Quotes
Quotes about Love
Abash'd the devil stood,
And felt how awful goodness is, and saw
Virtue in her shape how lovely.
Nor jealousy
Was understood, the injur'd lover's hell.
Grace was in all her steps, heaven in her eye,
In every gesture dignity and love.
With a smile that glow'd
Celestial rosy red, love's proper hue.
Smiles from reason flow,
To brute deny'd, and are of love the food.
Nor love thy life, nor hate; but what thou liv'st
Live well: how long or short permit to heaven.
Yet beauty, though injurious, hath strange power,
After offence returning, to regain
Love once possess'd.
It is for homely features to keep home,--
They had their name thence; coarse complexions
And cheeks of sorry grain will serve to ply
The sampler and to tease the huswife's wool.
What need a vermeil-tinctur'd lip for that,
Love-darting eyes, or tresses like the morn?
License they mean when they cry, Liberty!
For who loves that must first be wise and good.
Why so pale and wan, fond lover?
Prithee, why so pale?
Will, when looking well can't move her,
Looking ill prevail?
Prithee, why so pale?
I could not love thee, dear, so much,
Lov'd I not honour more.
Stone walls do not a prison make,
Nor iron bars a cage;
Minds innocent and quiet take
That for an hermitage;
If I have freedom in my love,
And in my soul am free,
Angels alone that soar above
Enjoy such liberty.
A mighty pain to love it is,
And 't is a pain that pain to miss;
But of all pains, the greatest pain
It is to love, but love in vain.
But wild Ambition loves to slide, not stand,
And Fortune's ice prefers to Virtue's land.
For pity melts the mind to love.
Softly sweet, in Lydian measures,
Soon he sooth'd his soul to pleasures.
War, he sung, is toil and trouble;
Honour but an empty bubble;
Never ending, still beginning,
Fighting still, and still destroying.
If all the world be worth the winning,
Think, oh think it worth enjoying:
Lovely Thais sits beside thee,
Take the good the gods provide thee.
Fool, not to know that love endures no tie,
And Jove but laughs at lovers' perjury.
Old as I am, for ladies' love unfit,
The power of beauty I remember yet.
When beauty fires the blood, how love exalts the mind!
Love taught him shame; and shame, with love at strife,
Soon taught the sweet civilities of life.
Pains of love be sweeter far
Than all other pleasures are.
O woman! lovely woman! Nature made thee
To temper man: we had been brutes without you.
Angels are painted fair, to look like you:
There's in you all that we believe of heaven,--
Amazing brightness, purity, and truth,
Eternal joy, and everlasting love.
Pity's akin to love.
Of all the days that's in the week
I dearly love but one day,
And that's the day that comes betwixt
A Saturday and Monday.
I do not love thee, Doctor Fell,
The reason why I cannot tell;
But this alone I know full well,
I do not love thee, Doctor Fell.
