Of her diforder'd, wild, and wilful mate: Love is a fickness full of woes, All remedies refusing ; Daniel's Hymen's Triumph. A plant that with most cutting grows, More we enjoy it, more it dies; Love, is a torment of the mind, And Jove hath made it of a kind Ah, I remember well, and how can I Ibid Our flame begun; when scarce we knew what was We spent our Childhood: But when years began Daniel's Hymen's Triumph. Love is a joy which upon pain depends; E. of Sterline's Crafus. Love spreads the wit to play, but not to arm; Lord Brooke's Mustapha. Reafon muft judge of love, not love of it; Lord Brooke's Alabam. Art thou offended that thou art belov'd? Set down defire a limit where to end; Then charm thine eyes, that they no more may wound, If thou do this; nay, then thou shalt do more; Drayton's Black Prince to the Countess of Salisbury. Love's but a card-play, all is loft Unless you cog; he that packs beft, wins most. Dekker's Wonder of a Kingdom. Soul, Soul, I must love her; destiny is weak to my affection, A common-love: Blufh not faint breast, That which is ever lov'd of moft, is best; Let colder eld the ftrong'ft objections move; Marfion's Infatiate Countess. He that loveth many, if once known; Is justly plagu'd to be belov❜d of none. Marfion's Fawn. Pluck'd Neptune's trident from his mighty arm; I'll tell you just how long love's bred in the blood; When beauty withers, luftful love grows cold; Ah what a trifle is a heart, If once into love's hands it come ! All other griefs allow a part Ibid. Day's Law Tricks. To others griefs, and ask themselves but fome. They come to us, but us love draws; He swallows us, and never chaws : By him, as by chain'd-fhot, whole ranks do die; 15 Dr. Donne. Perfection Perfection is in unity. Prefer upon One woman firft, and then one thing in her. Dr. Donne. goes Whoever loves, if he do not propofe Equality is no rule in love's grammar: Dr. Donne Beaumont and Fletcher's Maid in the Mill. O hapless love, which being anfwer'd, ends! And as a little infant cries and bends His tender brows, when rowling of his eye He hath espy'd fomething that glifters nigh Which he would have; yet give it him, away He throws it straight, and cries afresh to play With fomething elfe: Such my affection, fet On that, which I fhould loath, if I could get. Beaumont and Fletcher's Faithful Shepherdess. I have forgot all vain defires, All loofer thoughts, ill temp'red fires; True love I find a pleasant fume, Whofe mod'rate heat can ne'er confume, Ibid. Young -Young wenches loves Are like the course of quartans; they may shift Beaumont and Fletcher's Monfieur Thomas. Hear, ye ladies that despise What almighty love has done ; To deceive the hopes of man, Where no love was, lov'd a shower. Hear, ye ladies that are coy, What almighty love can do ; Fear the fierceness of the boy, The chafte moon he makes to wooe: Vefta kindling holy fires, Circled round about with spies; Never dreaming loofe defires, Doting at the altar dies. Ilion, in a fhort hour higher He can build, and once more fire. Beanmont and Fletcher's Valentinian. What is there good in woman to be lov'd, When only that which makes her fo, has left her? Middleton's Women beware Women, Hear me exemplify love's Latin word. As thus; hearts join'd amore: Take a from thence, I 6 Laftly |