3. W. CONGREVE.
Give, you gods,
Give to your boy, your Caesar,
The rattle of a globe to play withal,
This gewgaw world, and put him cheaply off;
I'll not be pleased with less than Cleopatra.
_All for Love, Act ii. Sc_. 1. J. DRYDEN.
Much ado there was, God wot;
He woold love, and she woold not,
She sayd, "Never man was trewe;"
He sayes, "None was false to you."
_Phillida and Corydon_. N. BRETON.
Forty thousand brothers
Could not, with all their quantity of love,
Make up my sum.
_Hamlet, Act v. Sc_. 1. SHAKESPEARE.
Love, then, hath every bliss in store;
'Tis friendship, and 'tis something more.
Each other every wish they give;
Not to know love is not to live.
_Plutus, Cupid, and Time_. J. GAY.
LOVE'S ARTS.
Sweet to entrance
The raptured soul by intermingling glance.
_Psyche_. MRS. M. TIGHE.
Our souls sit close and silently within,
And their own web from their own entrails spin;
And when eyes meet far off, our sense is such,
That, spider-like, we feel the tenderest touch.
_Marriage a la Mode, Act ii. Sc_. 1. J. DRYDEN.
Of all the paths [that] lead to a woman's love
Pity's the straightest.
_Knight of Malta, Act i. Sc_. 1. BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER.
So mourned the dame of Ephesus her love;
And thus the soldier, armed with resolution,
Told his soft tale, and was a thriving wooer.
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