_Song: Though Lost to Sight_. G. LINLEY.
You take my house when you do take the prop
That doth sustain my house; you take my life
When you do take the means whereby I live.
_Merchant of Venice, Act iv. Sc_. 1. SHAKESPEARE.
The loss of wealth is loss of dirt,
As sages in all times assert;
The happy man's without a shirt.
_Be Merry, Friends_. J. HEYWOOD.
For 'tis a truth well known to most,
That whatsoever thing is lost.
We seek it, ere it come to light,
In every cranny but the right.
_The Retired Cat_. W. COWPER.
Wise men ne'er sit and wail their loss.
But cheerly seek how to redress their harms.
_King Henry VI., Pt. III. Act v. Sc_. 4. SHAKESPEARE.
LOVE.
What thing is love?--for (well I wot) love is a thing
It is a prick, it is a sting,
It is a pretty, pretty thing;
It is a fire, it is a coal,
Whose flame creeps in at every hole!
_The Hunting of Cupid_. G. PEELE.
O, love, love, love!
Love is like a dizziness;
It winna let a poor body
Gang about his biziness!
_Love is Like a Dizziness_. J. HOGG.
With a smile that glowed
Celestial rosy red; love's proper hue.
_Paradise Lost, Bk. VIII_. MILTON.
Love, like death,
Levels all ranks, and lays the shepherd's crook
Beside the sceptre.
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