Where now he flings about his burning heat, Whose vent is stopt. Ben Jonson's Volpone. Love, like od rous Zephyr's grateful breath, Repays the flow'r that sweetness which it borrow'd; Uninjuring, uninjur'd, lovers move In their own sphere of happiness confest, I am fill'd with such amaze, Milton's Comus. So far transported with desire and love Oh! what a traitor is my love, That thus unthrones me! Rochester's Valentinian. I see the errors that I would avoid, And have my reason still, but not the use of 't. Howard's Vestal Virgin. If I but mention him, the tears will fall: Sure there's not a letter in his name, Love is a child that talks in broken language, Yet then he speaks most plain. Dryden's Troilus and Cressida. I find she loves him much, because she hides it. Lie hid, and like a miser in the dark, Dryden's Tempest. The dove that murmurs at her mate's neglect, Dryden's Amphitryon. There is no satiety of love in thee; Dryden's All for Love. My heart's so full of joy, That I shall do some wild extravagance Of love in public; and the foolish world Which knows not tenderness, will think me mad. Ibid. All love may be expelled by other love, As poisons are by poisons. Love gives esteem, and then he gives desert; Like death, he knows no difference in degrees, Ibid. Dryden's Marriage à la Mode. I more joy in thee, Than did thy mother when she hugg'd thee first, Otway's Venice Preserved. My eyes wont lose the sight of thee, But languish after thine, and ache with gazing. Ibid. I had so fixed my heart upon her, Ibid. Love reigns a very tyrant in my heart, Otway's Orphan. Curse on this love, this little scare-crow, love; That frights fools, with his painted bow of lathe, Out of their feeble senses. I'd sooner trust my fortune with a daw, That hops at every butterfly it sees, Than Kave to do in honour with a man, Ibid. Ibid. With folded arms, and down-cast eyes he stands, Otway's Caius Marius. If it be hopeless love, use generous means; Who follow Fortune, live upon her smiles; Ibid. Southern's Oroonoko. O Love! how hard a fate is thine! Obtain'd with trouble, and with pain preserv'd; Never at rest. Lansdown's Heroic Love. O Love! thou bane of the most generous souls! When yet a virgin free and undispos'd, I lov'd, but saw you only with my eyes; Ibid. I could not reach the beauties of your soul: And long experience of your growing goodness; Hayne's Fatal Mistake. Such is Love, And such the laws of his fantastic empire. Rowe's Royal Convert, a. 2, s. 1. Love is, or ought to be, our greatest bliss; -Rowe's Lady Jane Grey, a. 2, s. 1. And yet this tough impracticable heart, Such flaws are found in the most worthy natures; As e'er did Hercules. Rowe's Jane Shore, a. 1, s. 1. Can I behold thee, and not speak of love, Ev'n now thus sadly as thou stand'st before me, Thy softness steals upon my yielding senses, Till my O love! how are thy precious sweetest moments Ibid. Thus ever cross'd, thus vex'd with disappointments! And ev'n at last, when, after all our waiting, And honour, stern, impatient of neglect, I found the fond, believing, love-sick maid Rowe's Fair Penitent. Ye sacred pow'rs, whose gracious providence Let my bloom wither, and my form decay, That none may think it worth his while to ruin me, Pleasure flows streaming from those lovely eyes, Ibid. Dennis's Rinaldo and Armida. Oh! shun that passion, as thou would'st thy bane; Higgon's Generous Conqueror. Love is that passion which refines the soul; K |