No matter how, or where, or why, The Giaour, Line 1054.-LORD BYRON. LOVE. The Growth of Love's not a flower that grows on the dull earth; The Hunchback, Act 1.-J. S. KNOWLES. LOVE. Varieties of Nuptial love maketh mankind, friendly love perfecteth it, but wanton love corrupteth and embaseth it. Essay on Love.-LORD BACON. Tell him, for years I never nursed a thought Of one kind smile from him, than wear the crown The Lady of Lyons, Act v. Scene II.-E. B. LYTTON. LOVE related to Lunacy. Love is merely a madness; and, I tell you, deserves as well a dark house and a whip as madmen do: and the reason why they are not so punished and cured is, that the lunacy is so ordinary that the whippers are in love too. As You Like It, Act III. Scene II.—SHAKSPERE. LOVE. Concealed You left a kiss Upon these lips then, which I mean to keep From you for ever; I did hear you talk Far above singing; after you were gone, LOVE differs according to the Clime. The cold in clime are cold in blood. The Giaour, Line 1105.-LORD Byron. LOVE upon Different Persons. Effect of Too meek to meet or brave despair; And sterner hearts alone may feel e; The Giaour, Line 922.-LORD BYRON. LOVE out of Work. I'm a boy of all work, a complete little servant, He pretends to require, growing older and older, Whose fires are not lighted and fuel'd by Love! He fancies that Friendship, my puritan brother, In journeys and visits more useful will prove; But the heart will soon find, when it calls on another, That no heart is at home to a heart without Love! Love out of Place.-LORD BYRON. LOVE. Story of a Bitter By pride Angels have fallen ere thy time: by pride- And a revengeful heart, had power upon thee. I thought of tales that by the winter hearth Old gossips tell-how maidens sprung from kings Have stoop'd from their high sphere; how Love, like Death, Levels all ranks, and lays the shepherd's crook Beside the sceptre. Thus I made my home In the soft palace of a Fairy Future! The Lady of Lyons, Act III. Scene II. LOVER. How to Cure a love, his mistress; and At which time would He was to imagine me his I set him every day to woo me: I, being but a moonish youth, grieve, be effeminate, changeable, longing, and liking; proud, fantastical, apish, shallow, inconstant, full of tears, full of smiles; for every passion something, and for no passion truly anything, as boys and women are for the most part cattle of this colour: would now like him, now loathe him; then entertain him, then forswear him; now weep him, then spit at him; that I drave my suitor from his mad humour of love, to a living humour of madness; which was, to forswear the full stream of the world, and to live in a nook merely monastic: And thus I cured him. As You Like It, Act III. Scene II. SHAKSPERE. LOVERS are never weary. Why for The reason why lovers are never weary of one another is this—they are always talking of themselves. LOVERS. Maxims, CCCCLXXIX.-ROCHEFOUCAULT. Parting of I saw two beings in the hues of youth |