LOVE'S DANGERS.

And when once the young heart of a maiden is stolen,
The maiden herself will steal after it soon.
_Ill Omens_. T. MOORE.

And whispering, "I will ne'er consent,"--consented.
_Don Juan, Canto I_. LORD BYRON.

The fly that sips treacle is lost in the sweets.
_Beggar's Opera, Act ii. Sc. 2_. J. GAY.

There lives within the very flame of love
A kind of wick or snuff that will abate it.
_Hamlet, Act iv. Sc. 7_. SHAKESPEARE.

My only books
Were woman's looks,
And folly's all they've taught me.
_The time I've lost in wooing_. T. MOORE.

Then fly betimes, for only they
Conquer Love that run away.
_Conquest by Flight_. T. CAREW.

LOVE'S CAUTIONS.

The rose that all are praising
Is not the rose for me;
Too many eyes are gazing
Upon the costly tree;
But there's a rose in yonder glen
That shuns the gaze of other men,
For me its blossom raising,--
O, that's the rose for me.
_The rose that all are praising_. T.H. BAYLY.

But the fruit that can fall without shaking,
Indeed is too mellow for me.
_The Answer_. LADY MARY W. MONTAGU.

Love in a hut, with water and a crust,
Is--Lord forgive us!--cinders, ashes, dust.
_Lamia_. J. KEATS.

The cold in clime are cold in blood,
Their love can scarce deserve the name.
_The Giaour_. LORD BYRON.

Love in your hearts as idly burns
As fire in antique Roman urns.
_Hudibras, Pt. II. Canto I_. S. BUTLER.

LOVE'S DELIGHT.

All the heart was full of feeling: love had ripened into speech,
Like the sap that turns to nectar, in the velvet of the peach.
_Adonais_. W.W. HARNEY.

O'er her warm cheek, and rising bosom, move
The bloom of young Desire and purple light of Love.
_Progress of Poesy_, L 3. T. GRAY.

Still amorous, and fond, and billing.
Like Philip and Mary on a shilling.
_Hudibras, Pt. III. Canto I_. S. BUTLER.

Then awake!--the heavens look bright, my dear!
'Tis never too late for delight, my dear!
And the best of all ways
To lengthen our days,
Is to steal a few hours from the night, my dear!
_Young May Moon_. T. MOORE.

Lovers' hours are long, though seeming short.
_Venus and Adonis_. SHAKESPEARE.

And, touched by her fair tendance, gladlier grew.
_Paradise Lost, Bk. VIII_. MILTON.

Why, she would hang on him,
As if increase of appetite had grown
By what it fed on.
_Hamlet, Act i. Sc. 2_. SH