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This lass so neat, with smile so sweet,
Has won my right good will,
Sweet lass of Richmond Hill.
Miss I'ANSON, one of the claimants for the
George III. 12 When Madelon comes out to serve us drinks,
We always know she's coming by her song. And every man he tells his little tale,
And Madelon, she listens all day long. Our Madelon is never too severe A kiss or two is nothing much to herShe laughs us up to love and life and GodMadelon, Madelon, Madelon. Madelon—Song of the French Soldiers in the
True love is but a humble, low born thing,
Is she that to my soul is dear; Her glorious fanries come from far, Beneath the silver evening star,
And yet her heart is ever near.
LOWELL-My Love. St. 1.
He who loves not wine, woman, and song,
Geisterkelter. Found in LUTHER's Tisch-
(See BURTON under TEMPTATION) As love knoweth no lawes, so it regardeth no conditions.
LYLY-Euphues. P. 84.
5 Cupid and my Campaspe play'd At cards for kisses; Cupid paid; He stakes his quiver, bow and arrows, His mother's doves, and team of sparrows; Loses them too; then down he throws The coral of his lip,—the rose Growing on 's cheek (but none knows how) With these, the crystal on his brow, And then the dimple of his chin; All these did my Campaspe win. At last he set her both his eyes, She won, and Cupid blind did rise. ( Love! hath she done this to thee? What shall, alas! become of me? LYLY-Alexander and Campaspe. Act III. Sc.
V. Song. It is better to poyson hir with the sweet bait of love. LYLY-Euphues.
(See also ROMEO AND JULIET) Nothing is more hateful than love. LYLY-Euphues.
(See also TROILUS AND CRESSIDA) The lover in the husband may be lost.
LORD LYTTLETON--Advice to a Lady. St. 13. Xone without hope e'er lov'd the brightest fair: But Love can hope where Reason would despair.
10 But thou, through good and evil, praise and
And I will tenfold all that love repay;
Still faithful, though the trusted may betray.
Who ever lov'd, that lov'd not at first sight?
L. 176. Quoted as a "dead shepherd's saw.”
(See also CHAPMAN) Love me little, love me long. MARLOWE—The Jew of Malta. Act IV. Sc. 6.
(See also HERRICK) Come live with me, and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove, That valleys, groves, or hills, or fields, Or woods and steepy mountains, yield. MARLOWE—The Passionate Shepherd to his
Love. St. 1.
Quand on n'a pas ce que l'on aime, il faut aimer ce que l'on a.
'If one does not possess what one loves, one should love what one has. MARMONTEL. Quoted by MOORE in Irish
Melodies. The Irish Peasant to His Mistress.
Non amo te, Sabidi, nec possum dicere quare; Hoc tantum posse dicere: non amo te.
I do not love thee, Sabidius, nor can I say why; I can only say this, "I do not love thee. MARTIAL-Epigrams. I. 33. 1. (Name sometimes given "Savidi.")
(See also CATULLUS) I do not love thee, Dr. Fell. But why I cannot tell; But this I know full well, I do not love thee, Dr. Fell. Paraphrase of MARTIAL by Tom BROWN, as
given in his Works, ed. by DRAKE. (1760) Answer to DEAN JOHN FELL, of Oxford.
Je n'en saurois dire la cause;
It is not safe to despise what Love commands. He reigns supreme, and rules the mighty gods. OVID—Heroides. IV. 11.
Hei mihi! quod nullis amor est medicabilis herbis.
Ah me! love can not be cured by herbs.
Non bene conveniunt, nec in una sede morantur, Majestas et amor.
Majesty and love do not well agree, nor do they live together. OVID-Metamorphoses. II. 846.
A boat at midnight sent alone
To drift upon the moonless sea,
A wounded bird, that hath but one
Are like what I am, without thee.
MOORE--Love's Young Dream. St. 1. "Tell me, what's Love;" said Youth, one day, To drooping Age, who crost his way."It is a sunny hour of play; For which repentance dear doth pay;
MOORE-Youth and Age.
l've bourne a weary lot;
Ye never were forgot.
Still travels on its way
Duty's a slave that keeps the keys,
Just as he please—just as he please.
Ah, dearer than my soul
(See also WORDSWORTH)
Let those love now who never lov'd before,
Veneris. Ancient poem. Author unknown.
Memb. 5. 5.
Militat omnis amans.
Every lover is a soldier. (Love is a warfare.) OVIDAmorum. I. 9. 1.
Qui non vult fieri desidiosus, amet.
Let the man who does not wish to be idle, fall in love. OVID-Amorum. I. 9. 46.
My merry, merry, merry roundelay
Concludes with Cupid's curse,
Pray gods, they change for worse!
raignment of Paris.
Sic ego nec sine te nec tecum vivere possum
Thus I am not able to exist either with you or without you; and I seem not to know my own wishes. OVID-Amorum. Bk. III. 10. 39.
10 Jupiter ex alto perjuria ridet amantum.
Jupiter from on high laughs at the perjuries of lovers. OVID--Ars Amatoria. Bk. I. 633.
(See also DRYDEN)
What thing is love?-for (well I wot) love is a
thing It is a prick, it is a sting. It is a pretty, pretty thing; It is a fire, it is a coal, Whose flame creeps in at every hole! GEORGE PEELE-Miscellaneous Poems. The
Hunting of Cupid. 22
Love will make men dare to die for their beloved—love alone; and women as well as men.
Res est soliciti plena timoris amor.
Love is a thing full of anxious fears. OVID/Heroides. I. 12.
Quicquid Amor jussit non est contemnere tutum. Regnat, et in dominos jus habet ille deos.
Qui amat, tamen hercle si esurit, nullum esurit.
He that is in love, faith, if he be hungry, is not hungry at all. PLAUTUS—Casina. IV. 2. 16.
Thy love to me was wonderful, passing the love of women.
II Samuel. I. 26.
2 Raum ist in der kleinsten Hütte Für ein glücklich liebend Paar.
In the smallest cot there is room enough for a loving pair. SCHILLER-Der Jüngling am Bache. St. 4.
3 Arm in Arm mit dir, So fordr' ich mein Jahrhundert in die Schranken.
Thus Arm in Arm with thee I dare defy my century into the lists.
SCHILLER-Don Carlos. I. 9. 97.
Where shall the lover rest,
Whom the fates sever
Parted for ever?
Sounds the far billow,
Under the willow.
Magis gauderes quod habueras, quam moereres quod amiseras.
Better to have loved and lost, than not to have loved at all. (Free trans.) SENECA---Epistles. 99.
(See also TENNYSON)
Odit verus amor nec patitur moras.
True love hates and will not bear delay. SENECA—Hercules Furens. 588.
Qui blandiendo dulce nutrivit malum,
He who has fostered the sweet poison of love by fondling it, finds it too late to refuse the yoke which he has of his own accord assumed. SENECA-Hippolytus. CXXXIV.
Ah, to that far distant strand
Bridge there was not to convey,
Yet true love soon found the way.
I have enjoyed earthly happiness,
Hope may succor and faith befriend,
Love awaits at the journey's end!
Scott-Lady of the Lake. Canto IV. St. 1.
In peace, Love tunes the shepherd's reed;
St. 24. 11 True love's the gift which God has given To man alone beneath the heaven. It is the secret sympathy, The silver link, the silken tie, Which heart to heart, and mind to mind, In body and in soul can bind. Scort-Lay of the Last Minstrel. Canto V.
St. 13. (see also SPENSER)
But are you so much in love as your rhymes speak?
Neither rhyme nor reason can express how much.
As You Like It. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 418. 22
O coz, coz, coz, my pretty little coz, that thou didst know how many fathom deep I am in love! But it cannot be sounded; my affection hath an unknown bottom, like the bay of Portugal.
As You Like It. Act IV. Sc. 1. L. 208,