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Feed on her damask cheek: she pin'd in thought;
And, with a green and yellow melancholy,
She sat like patience on a monument,

Smiling at grief. Was not this love, indeed?
We men may say more, swear more: but, indeed,
Our shows are more than will; for still we prove
Much in our vows, but little in our love.

DUKE. But died thy sister of her love, my boy?

VIO. I am all the daughters of my father's house,

And all the brothers too;-and yet I know

not.

Sir, shall I to this lady?

DUKE. Ay, that's the theme. To her in haste; give her this jewel; say, My love can give no place, bide no delay.

TWELFTH NIGHT, A. 2, s. 4.

LOVE INSEPARABLE,

LET us go. Come;

Our separation so abides, and flies,

That thou residing here, go'st yet with me,
And I, hence fleeting, here remain with thee.

ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA, A. 1, s. 3.

LOVE NOT ALWAYS GOVERNED
BY REASON.

CLEOPATRA.

I am sick, and sullen. ANTONY. I am sorry to give breathing to

my purpose.—

CLEO. Help me away, dear Charmian, I shall fall;

It cannot be thus long, the sides of nature

Will not sustain it.

ANT.

Now, my dearest queen,CLEO. Pray you, stand further from me.

ANT.

What's the matter? CLEO. I know, by that same eye, there's

some good news.

What says the married woman?-You may go;
'Would, she had never given you leave to come!
Let her not say 'tis I that kept you here,
I have no power upon you; hers you are.
ANT. The gods best know,-

CLEO.

So mightily betray'd!

O, never was there queen

Why should I think, you can be mine, and true,

Though you in swearing shake the throned gods, Who have been false to Fulvia?

madness,

Riotous

To be entangled with those mouth-made vows, Which break themselves in swearing!

ANT.

Most sweet queen,

CLEO. Nay, pray you, seek no colour for

your going,

But bid farewell, and

go: when you sued staying, Then was the time for words: No going then ;

Eternity was in our lips, and eyes;

Bliss in our brows' bent; none our parts so poor, But was a race of heaven: They are so still,

Or thou, the greatest soldier of the world,

Art turn'd the greatest liar.

ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA, A. 1, s. 3.

LOVE OFT FAILS WHEN CEREMONY

COMMENCES.

THOU hast describ'd

A hot friend cooling: Ever note, Lucilius,
When love begins to sicken and decay,
It useth an enforc'd ceremony.

There are no tricks in plain and simple faith:
But hollow men, like horses hot at hand,

Make gallant show and promise of their mettle;
But when they should endure the bloody spur,
They fall their crests, and, like deceitful jades,
Sink in the trial.

JULIUS CÆSAR, A. 4, s. 2.

LOVE ONE-SIDED.

I DO affect the very ground, which is base, where her shoe, which is baser, guided by her foot, which is basest, doth tread. I shall be foresworn, (which is a great argument of falsehood,) if I love: And how can that be true love, which is falsely attempted? Love is a familiar; love is a devil: there is no evil angel but love. Yet Sampson was so tempted; and he had an excellent strength: yet was Solomon so seduced; and he had a very good wit. Cupid's butt-shaft is too hard for Hercules' club, and therefore too much odds for a Spaniard's rapier. The first and second cause will not serve my turn; the passado he respects not, the duello he regards not his disgrace is to be called boy; but his glory is, to subdue men. Adieu, valour! rust, rapier! be still, drum! for your manager is in love; yea, he loveth. Assist me some

extemporal god of rhyme, for, I am sure, I shall turn sonneteer. Devise, wit; write, pen; for I am for whole volumes in folio.

LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST, A. 1, s. 2.

LOVE OVERPOWERING DUTY. CALL here my varlet, I'll unarm again: Why should I war without the walls of Troy, That find such cruel battle here within? Each Trojan, that is master of his heart, Let him to field; Troilus, alas! hath none. The Greeks are strong, and skilful to their strength,

Fierce to their skill, and to their fierceness valiant ;

But I am weaker than a woman's tear,
Tamer than sleep, fonder than ignorance;
Less valiant than the virgin in the night,
And skill-less as unpractis'd infancy.

TROILUS AND CRESSIDA, A. 1, s. 1.

LOVE SCOLDING A PRETENDER.

PROFANE fellow !

Wert thou the son of Jupiter, and no more,
But what thou art besides, thou wert too base
To be his groom: thou wert dignified enough,
Even to the point of envy, if 'twere made
Comparative for your virtues, to be styl'd
The under hangman of his kingdom; and hated
For being preferr'd so well.

He never can meet more mischance, than come

To be but nam'd of thee. His meanest garment,
That ever hath but clipp'd his body, is dearer,
In my respect, than all the hairs above thee,
Were they all made such men.

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COMES SOMETIMES WHEN LEAST
EXPECTED.

O!—AND I, forsooth, in love! I, that have been love's whip;

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very beadle to a humorous sigh;

A critick; nay, a night-watch constable;
A domineering pedant o'er the boy,
Than whom no mortal so magnificent!

This wimpled, whining, purblind, wayward boy;
This senior-junior, giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid:
Regent of love-rhymes, lord of folded arms,
The anointed sovereign of sighs and groans,
Liege of all loiterers and malcontents,
Dread prince of plackets,

Sole imperator, and great general
Of trotting paritors, O my little heart!-
And I to be a corporal of his field,

And wear his colours like a tumbler's hoop!
What? I! I love! I sue! I seek a wife!
A woman, that is like a German clock,
Still a repairing; ever out of frame;
And never going aright, being a watch,
But being watch'd that it may still go right?
Nay, to be perjur'd, which is worst of all;
And, among three, to love the worst of all;
A whitely wanton with a velvet brow,

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