Quotes
Quotes about Love
The lunatic, the lover, and the poet
Are of imagination all compact:
One sees more devils than vast hell can hold,
That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic,
Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt:
The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling,
Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven;
And as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen
Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name.
Such tricks hath strong imagination,
That if it would but apprehend some joy,
It comprehends some bringer of that joy;
Or in the night, imagining some fear,
How easy is a bush supposed a bear!
But love is blind, and lovers cannot see
The pretty follies that themselves commit.
There shall be no love lost.
Condemn you me for that the duke did love me?
So may you blame some fair and crystal river
For that some melancholic, distracted man
Hath drown'd himself in 't.
Is not old wine wholesomest, old pippins toothsomest, old wood burns brightest, old linen wash whitest? Old soldiers, sweetheart, are surest, and old lovers are soundest.
This principle is old, but true as fate,--
Kings may love treason, but the traitor hate.
Honest labour bears a lovely face.
Fountain heads and pathless groves,
Places which pale passion loves.
No cord nor cable can so forcibly draw, or hold so fast, as love can do with a twined thread.
To enlarge or illustrate this power and effect of love is to set a candle in the sun.
I hold he loves me best that calls me Tom.
Of all the paths [that] lead to a woman's love
Pity's the straightest.
You say to me-wards your affection's strong;
Pray love me little, so you love me long.
Sir Henry Wotton was a most dear lover and a frequent practiser of the Art of Angling; of which he would say, "'T was an employment for his idle time, which was then not idly spent, a rest to his mind, a cheerer of his spirits, a diverter of sadness, a calmer of unquiet thoughts, a moderator of passions, a procurer of contentedness;" and "that it begat habits of peace and patience in those that professed and practised it."
Thus use your frog: put your hook--I mean the arming wire--through his mouth and out at his gills, and then with a fine needle and silk sew the upper part of his leg with only one stitch to the arming wire of your hook, or tie the frog's leg above the upper joint to the armed wire; and in so doing use him as though you loved him.
And upon all that are lovers of virtue, and dare trust in his Providence, and be quiet and go a-angling.
Oh, the gallant fisher's life!
It is the best of any;
'T is full of pleasure, void of strife,
And 't is beloved by many.
Love in your hearts as idly burns
As fire in antique Roman urns.
Love is a boy by poets styl'd;
Then spare the rod and spoil the child.
For all we know
Of what the blessed do above
Is, that they sing, and that they love.
Go, lovely rose!
Tell her that wastes her time and me
That now she knows,
When I resemble her to thee,
How sweet and fair she seems to be.
Could we forbear dispute and practise love,
We should agree as angels do above.
See golden days, fruitful of golden deeds,
With joy and love triumphing.
In naked beauty more adorn'd,
More lovely than Pandora.
Hail wedded love, mysterious law, true source
Of human offspring.
