ws.--_Prior._

Celestial rosy red, love's proper hue.--_Milton._

Those who yield their souls captive to the brief intoxication of love,
if no higher and holier feeling mingle with and consecrate their dream
of bliss, will shrink trembling from the pangs that attend their
waking.--_Schlegel._

The first sigh of love is the last of wisdom.--_Antoine Bret._

I have enjoyed the happiness of this world, I have lived and have
loved.--_Richter._

Life is a flower of which love is the honey.--_Victor Hugo._

Love is a severe critic. Hate can pardon more than love.--_Thoreau._

Young love-making, that gossamer web! Even the points it clings to--the
things whence its subtle interlacings are swung--are scarcely
perceptible: momentary touches of finger-tips, meetings of rays from
blue and dark orbs, unfinished phrases, lightest changes of cheek and
lip, faintest tremors. The web itself is made of spontaneous beliefs and
indefinable joys, yearnings of one life towards another, visions of
completeness, indefinite trust.--_George Eliot._

Love is the loadstone of love.--_Mrs. Osgood._

Love is never lasting which flames before it burns.--_Feltham._

The best part of woman's love is worship; but it is hard to her to be
sent away with her precious spikenard rejected, and her long tresses,
too, that were let fall ready to soothe the wearied feet.--_George
Eliot._

Love is an Oriental despot.--_Madame Swetchine._

We must love as looking one day to hate.--_George Herbert._

Love with old men is as the sun upon the snow, it dazzles more than it
warms them.--_J. Petit Senn._

Love is lowliness; on the wedding ring sparkles no jewel.--_Richter._

Love alone is wisdom, love alone is power; and where love seems to fail,
it is where self has stepped between and dulled the potency of its
rays.--_George MacDonald._

To speak of love is to make love.--_Balzac._

A man may be a miser of his wealth; he may tie up his talent in a
napkin; he may hug himself in his reputation; but he is always generous
in his love. Love cannot stay at home; a man cannot keep it to himself.
Like light, it is constantly traveling. A man must spend it, must give
it away.--_Macleod._

Repining love is the stillest; the shady flowers in this spring as in
the other, shun sunlight.--_Richter._

Love is like the moon; when it does not increase it decreases.--_Segur._

Love is the most terrible, and also the most generous of the passions:
it is the onl