Our wishes and endeavours ftill oppose; The pris'ner hates his bolts, whilft he remains, Pleas'd not fo much with freedom, as his chains.
Sir R. Howard's Blind Lady. Love, like a fhadow, while youth fhines, is shown ; But in old age's darkness, there is none.
Sir R. Howard's Great Favourite.
1. Can you, my heart, for want of friendship blame; That for your fafety have expos'd my fame? Love to your glories, fhould his flames refign; As fires their light, when the bright fun does shine. 2. If thrones be feats for cares, in a king's breast, Love has a title fure, amongst the rest.
Late love, like late repentance, feldom's true.
'Tis not her birth, her friends, nor yet her treasure, My free-born foul can hold ;
For chains are chains though gold:
Nor do I court her for my pleasure, Nor for that old morality,
Do I love her, 'caufe fhe loves me? For that's no love but gratitude: and all Loves that from fortunes rife, with fortunes fall. If friends, or birth, created love within me, Then princes I'll adore,
And only scorn the poor:
If virtue, or good parts could win me, I'll turn platonick, and ne'er vex My foul with difference of sex : And he that loves his lady cause she's fair, Delights his eye; fo loves himself, not her.
Reason and wisdom are to love high treason; Nor can he truly love,
Whofe flame's not far above,
And far beyond his wit, or reafon :
Then ask no reason for my fires,
For infinite are my defires :
Something there is, moves me to love; and I
Do know I love; but know not how, nor why.
There is no failing of women at their Critical minutes, if you do, they'll hate You ever after; and think you want vigour, Or apprehenfion. Counfels in love, like Stratagems in war, are to be taken
On the fudden; when you find the enemy In diforder, or your own men fittest For action.
Fane's Love in the Dark.
Lovers will wind themselves by words to paffion; Their airy talk turns fire by agitation:
Thus, fometimes yielding, fometimes aggravating, 'Twixt hope and fear, like fhips betray'd by calms To greater ftorms.
Cupid, I fcorn to beg the art
From thy imaginary throne;
To learn to wound another's heart, Or how to heal my own.
If the be coy, my airy mind
Brooks not a fiege: If the be kind, She proves my scorn, that was my wonder: For towns that yield, 1 hate to plunder.
Love is a game, hearts are the prize; Pride keeps the ftakes, art throws the dice : When either's won,
Love is a coward, hunts the flying prey;
But when it once ftands ftill, love runs away.
Fane's Love in the dark.
Blushes a woman's paffion may reveal; But men their paffion, by their words fhould tell. E. of Orrery's Tryphon. Love is a fate which ev'ry one must taste ; Some foon, fome late, but all must burn at laft.
Ah 'twas not love, if ought could conquer it ;- You lov'd not well, or knew his pow'r but ill, That fay you were in love, and are not itill: The name of love, for love itfelf you took; Since real love can never be forfook:
Had your's been true, you might as well have swore, You do not live, as that you love no more.
Love is a god, and cannot be withstood; · Yet he's a god alone to flesh and blood: For those whofe fouls are active and fublime, Refift his pow'r; and fo prove gods to him.
To nothing lefs can limit his defires:
Love's pow'r muft always friendship's pow'r out do; For love at once is love and friendship too.
E. of Orrery's Black Prince.
Love never was to reafon's rules confin'd; For 'tis a paffion, fir, which only knows Such laws, as on itself it will impose. The greatest men that e'er the world did grace, Have still allow'd to love the highest place.
Oh why is love call'd nature's highest law! When title man's invention, does it awe? But 'tis the ftrength which reafon does impart, That makes my blood give rules thus to my heart. If nature reafon on us did bestow;
Love, nature's dictate, 'twould not overthrow: But reafon is a bright refiftless fire,
Which heav'n, not nature does in us inspire :
It is not nature's child, but nature's king; And o'er love's heights does us to glory bring: As bodies are below, and fouls above; So much should reafon be preferr'd to love.
E. of Orrery's Henry V.
The fire of love, like to the common fire, The fuel being gone, does ftraight expire; Or like fight, which philofophers do fay, Would ceafe to be, were objects took away.
Dover's Roman Generals.
1. Love's a foundation that will ne'er decay : 2. Yet oft in ruin, doth the builder lay.
'Twas not allow'd to Jove, To hold at once his reafon, and his love.
Tuke's Adventures of five Hours. Mcd'rate delight is but a waking dream; And of all pleasures love is the fupreme: And therefore love immod❜rate love deserves : Excefs o'ercomes, but moderation ftarves.
Were worlds betwixt you, bigger than all this, Love o'er them all would mount, to fly to bliss: Millions of leagues that hawk his airy fpies, And wherefce'er you pearch him, home he flies.
Crown's First Part of the Deftruction of Jerufalem. What do the wounded and the dying do? Love joins in one, what are in nature two: The breafts of lovers but one foul contain ; Which equally imparts delight or pain.
A most harmonious friendship this must prove! The fates defign'd 'em for each others love: For none love them, and they have love for none; Their kindness centers on themselves alone.
Self-love, my liege, is not fo vile a fin,
Shakespear's King Henry V.
Self-love never yet could look on truth
But with blear'd beams; fleek flattery and she Are twin-born fifters, and fo mix their eyes, As if you fever one, the other dies.
Johnfan's Cynthia's Revels.
Who govern men, if they will stay above; Muft fee and scorn the downfals of felf-love.
To think well of ourselves, if we deserve It, it is a luftre in us; and ev'ry good We have, ftrives to fhew gracious: What use is It elfe? Old age, like fear-trees, is feldom Seen affected, ftirs fometimes at rehearfal Of fuch acts as his daring youth endeavour'd.
Beaumont and Fletcher's Wit without Money. Who live but for themselves, are but for fhew; And stand like barren trees, where good might grow. Richard Brome's Queen and Concubine. Ill painters, when they draw, and poets write; Virgil and Titian, felf-admiring, flight: Then all they do, like gold and pearl appears; And others actions are but dirt to theirs. They that fo highly think themselves above All other men, themselves can only love; Reason and virtue, all that man can boast O'er other creatures, in those brutes are loft.
; LOYALTY Tho' loyalty, well held, to fools does make Our faith mere folly: Yet he that can endure To follow with allegiance a fall'n lord, Does conquer him that did his master conquer, And earns a place in the ftory..
Shakespear's Antony and Cleopatra. KA
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