hit.
_Samson Agonistes_. MILTON.

Love sought is good, but given unsought is better.
_Twelfth Night, Act ii. Sc_. 5. SHAKESPEARE.

Charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul.
_Rape of the Lock, Canto V_. A. POPE.

Why did she love him? Curious fool!--be still--
Is human love the growth of human will?
_Lara, Canto II_. LORD BYRON.

I know not why
I love this youth; and I have heard you say,
Love's reason's without reason.
_Cymbeline, Act iv. Sc_. 2. SHAKESPEARE.

Love goes toward love as school-boys from their books,
But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.
_Romeo and Juliet, Act ii. Sc_. 2. SHAKESPEARE.

Divine is Love and scorneth worldly pelf,
And can be bought with nothing but with self.
_Love the Only Price of Love_. SIR W. RALEIGH.

Love like a shadow flies when substance love pursues;
Pursuing that that flies, and flying what pursues.
_Merry Wives of Windsor, Act ii. Sc_. 2. SHAKESPEARE.

Love, whose month is ever May,
Spied a blossom passing fair
Playing in the wanton air:
Through the velvet leaves the wind,
All unseen can passage find;
That the lover, sick to death.
Wish himself the heaven's breath.
_Love's Labor's Lost, Act iv. Sc_. 3. SHAKESPEARE.

Affection is a coal that must be cooled;
Else, suffered, it will set the heart on fire.
_Venus and Adonis_. SHAKESPEARE.

In all amours a lover burns.
With frowns, as well as smiles, by turns;
And hearts have been as oft with sullen,
As charming looks, surprised and stolen.
_Hudibras, Pt. III. Canto I_. S. BUTLER.

Mysterious love, uncertain treasure,
Hast thou more of pain or pleasure!

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Endless torments dwell about thee:
Yet who would live, and live without thee!
_Rosamond, Act iii. Sc_. 2. J. ADDISON.

If there's delight in love, 'tis when I see
The heart, which others bleed-for, bleed for me.
_Way of the World, Act iii Sc_. 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 thou