LOVE,-continued.

As the most forward bud

Is eaten by the canker ere it blow,
Ev'n so by love the young and tender wit
Is turn'd to folly; blasting in the bud,
Losing his verdure even in the prime,
And all the fair effects of future hopes.
O, how this spring of love resembleth

The uncertain glory of an April day;
Which now shows all the beauty of the sun,
And by-and-by a cloud takes all away.
As in the sweetest bud
The eating canker dwells, so eating love
Inhabits in the finest wits of all.

T. G. i. 1

T.G. i. 3

T. G. i. 1.

Your brother and my sister no sooner met, but they looked; no sooner looked, but they loved; no sooner loved, but they sighed; no sooner sighed, but they asked one another the reason; no sooner knew the reason, but they sought the remedy: and in these degrees they have made a pair of stairs to marriage. Α.Υ. v. 2.

Indeed, he was mad for her, and talk'd of Satan, and of

limbo, and of furies.

But if thy love were ever like to mine,

How many actions most ridiculous

A. W. v. 3.

Hast thou been drawn to by thy fantasy!

A. V. ii. 4.

He was wont to speak plain, and to the purpose, like an

honest man, and a soldier; and now he has turn'd orthographer; his words are a very fantastical banquet, just so many strange dishes.

If thou remember'st not the slightest folly

That ever love did make thee run into,

Thou hast not lov'd.

O!-And I, forsooth, in love!

I, that have been love's whip;
A very beadle to a humorous sigh;
A critic; nay, a night-watch constable;
A domineering pedant o'er the boy,
Than whom no mortal so magnificent!
This wimpled, whining, purblind, wayward boy;
This senior-junior, giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid;
Regent of love-rhymes, lord of folded arms,
The anointed sovereign of sighs and groans,
Liege of all loiterers and malcontents :

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What? I! I love! I sue! I seek a wife!
A woman, that is like a German clock,

M. A. ii. 3.

A. Y. ii. 4.

LOVE, continued.

Still a repairing; ever out of frame;
And never going aright, being a watch,
But being watch'd that it may still go right!

For aught that ever I could read,

Could ever hear by tale or history,
The course of true love never did run smooth;
But, either it was different in blood;
O cross! too high to be enthrall'd to low !
Or else misgraffed, in respect of years;
O spite! too old to be engag'd to young!
Or else it stood upon the choice of friends:
O hell! to choose love by another's eye!
Or, if there were a sympathy in choice,
War, death, or sickness did lay siege to it;
Making it momentary as a sound,
Swift as a shadow, short as any dream;
Brief as the lightning in the collied night,
That, in a spleen, unfold both heaven and earth,
And ere a man hath power to say, -Behold!
The jaws of darkness do devour it up:
So quick bright things come to confusion.

For know, Iago,

But that I love the gentle Desdemona,
I would not my unhoused free condition
Put into circumspection and confine,
For the sea's worth.

Love's reason's without reason.

The gods themselves,

Humbling their deities to love, have taken
The shapes of beasts upon them: Jupiter
Became a bull and bellow'd; the green Neptune
A ram, and bleated; and the fire-rob'd god,
Golden Apollo, a poor humble swain,
As I seem now: Their transformations
Were never for a piece of beauty, rarer;
Nor in a way so chaste: since my desires
Run not before mine honour.

L. L. iii. 1.

M. N. i. 1.

O. i. 2.

Cym. iv. 2.

W. T. iv. 3.

He says, he loves my daughter;

I think so too; for never gaz'd the moon
Upon the water, as he'll stand and read,
As 'twere, my daughter's eyes: and, to be plain,
I think, there is not half a kiss to choose,

Who loves another best.

W. T. iv. 3. LOVE,-continued.

Still harping on my daughter:-yet he knew me not at first; he said, I was a fishmonger: He is far gone, far gone.

Ever till now,

When men were fond, I smil'd, and wonder'd how.

H. ii. 2.

All fancy-sick she is, and pale of cheer,

With sighs of love.

M. M. ii. 2.

M. N. iii. 2.

R. J. ii. 6.

They are but beggars that can count their worth;
But my true love is grown to such excess,

I cannot sum up half my sum of wealth.

Mine eves

Were not in fault, for she was beautiful;

Mine ears, that heard her flattery; nor mine heart,
That thought her like her seeming; it had been vicious
To have mistrusted her.

Soft, let us see ;

Сут. v. 5.

Write, "Lord have mercy upon us" on these three;
They are infected, in the heart it lies;

They have the plague, and caught it of your eyes.

L. L. v. 2.

A lean cheek,-a blue eye, and sunken, an unquestionable spirit, a beard neglected: -Then your hose should be ungartered, your bonnet unbanded, your sleeve unbuttoned, your shoe untied, and every thing about you demonstrating a careless desolation.

If he love her not,

And be not from his reason fall'n thereon,
Let me be no assistant for a state,

A. Y. iii. 2.

But keep a farm and carters.

H. ii. 2.

O then, give pity

To her, whose state is such, that cannot choose
But lend and give, where she is sure to lose;
That seeks not to find what her search implies,

But, riddle-like, live sweetly where she dies.

A. W. i. 3.

He is far gone, far gone: and truly in my youth I

H. ii. 2.

suffered much extremity for love; very near this.

Here comes the lady. -O, so light a foot

Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint.
A lover may bestride the gossamers

That idle in the wanton summer air,

And yet not fall.

R. J. ii. 6.

She never told her love,

But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud,

LOVE,-continued.

Feed on her damask'd cheek: she pin'd in thought;

And, with a green and yellow melancholy,

She sat, like Patience on a monument,

Smiling at grief.

T. N. ii. 4.

However we do praise ourselves.

Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm,
More longing, wavering, sooner lost and won,
Than women's are.

T. N. ii. 4.

We men may say more, swear more: but indeed,
Our shows are more than will; for still we prove
Much in our vows, but little in our love.

T. N. ii. 4.

O, she that hath a heart of that fine frame,
To pay this debt of love but to a brother,
How will she love, when the rich golden shaft
Hath kill'd the flock of all affections else
That live in her! when liver, brain, and heart,
These sovereign thrones, are all supplied and fill'd
(Her sweet perfections,) with one self king!-
Away before me to sweet beds of flowers;
Love-thoughts lie rich, when canopied with bowers.

T. N. i. 1.

In love, the heavens themselves do guide the state,
Money buys lands, and wives are sold by fate. M. W. v. 5.

I have done penance for contemning love;
Whose high imperious thoughts have punish'd me
With bitter fasts, with penitential groans,
With nightly tears, and daily heart-sore sighs,
For in revenge of my contempt of love,
Love hath chas'd sleep from my enthralled eyes,
And made them watchers of mine own heart's sorrow.

T. G. ii. 4.

I know no ways to mince it in love, but directly to say, I love you; then, if you urge me further than to say, Do you in faith? I wear out my suit. Give me your answer; i' faith do, and so clap hands, and a bargain.

Devoutly dotes, dotes in idolatry,

Upon this spotted and inconstant man.

Η. V. v. 2.

She, sweet lady, dotes,

M. N. i. 1.

H. i. 2.

So loving to my mother,

That he might not beteem the winds of heaven,

Visit her face too roughly.

Hang him, truant; there's no true drop of blood in him, to be truly touch'd with love: if he be sad, he wants money.

M.A. iii. ?

LOVE,-continued.

Sweet love, I see, changing his property,
Turas to the sourest and most deadly hate.

R. II. iii. 2.

It is the show and seal of nature's truth,
Where love's strong passion is impressed in youth.

To hear with eyes belongs to love's fine wit.
I lov'd Ophelia; forty thousand brothers
Could not, with all their quantity of love,
Make up my sum.

A. W. i. 3.
Poems.

My love till death, my humble thanks, my prayers;
That love, which virtue begs, and virtue grants.

Why, man, she is mine own;

Η. v. 1.

H. VI. PT. III. iii. 2.

And I as rich in having such a jewel,

As twenty seas, if all their sands were pearl,
The water, nectar, and the rocks pure gold.

T.G. ii. 4.

What dangerous action, stood it next to death,
Would I not undergo for one calm look?

O, 'tis the curse in love, and still approv'd,

Go to; it is a plague

When women cannot love where they're beloved. T.G. v. 4.

That Cupid will impose for my neglect

Of his almighty dreadful little might.

Well; I will love, write, sigh, pray, sue, and groan;

Some men must love my lady, and some Joan. L. L. iii. 1.

Good Mistress Page, for that I love your daughter

In such a righteous fashion as I do,

Perforce, against all checks, rebukes, and manners,

I must advance the colours of my love,

And not retire.

With adorations, and with fertile tears,

M. W. iii. 4.

With groans that thunder love, with sighs of fire. T. N. i. 5.

- How now?

Even so quickly may one catch the plague?
Methinks, I feel this youth's perfections,
With an invisible and subtle stealth,

To creep in at mine eyes.

T. N. i. 5.

A murd'rous guilt shows not itself more noon

Than love that would seem hid; love's night is soon.

T. N. iii. 1.

Fie, Fie! how wayward is this foolish love,
That, like a testy babe, will scratch the nurse,
And presently, all humbled, kiss the rod!

T. G. i. 2.