"The solid, solid universe Is pervious to Love; With bandaged eyes he never errs, Around, below, above. His blinding light He flingeth white On God's and Satan's brood, And reconciles By mystic wiles The evil and the good."

": Love grants in a moment What toil can hardly achieve in an age."

"Fool, not to know that love endures no tie, And Jove but laughs at lovers' perjury."

"The hawk unto the open sky, The red deer to the wold; The Romany lass for the Romany lad, As in the days of old."

"I love a lassie, a bonnie, bonnie lassie, She's as pure as the lily in the dell. She's as sweet as the heather, The bonnie, bloomin' heather, Mary, ma Scotch Blue-bell."

"Quicquid Amor jussit non est contemnere tutum. Regnat, et in dominos jus habet ille deos."

"A ruddy drop of manly blood The surging sea outweighs; The world uncertain comes and goes, The lover rooted stays."

"How happy the lover, How easy his chain, How pleasing his pain, How sweet to discover He sighs not in vain."

"Love has a tide!"

"Man liebt an dem Mädchen was es ist, Und an dem Jüngling was er ankündigt."

"Farewell, Love, and all thy laws for ever."

"Bist du bei mir, geh ich mit Freuden zum Sterben und zu meiner Ruh. Ach, wie vergnügt wär so mein Ende, es drückten deine schönen Hände mir die getreuen Augen zu!"

"He loves not well whose love is bold! I would not have thee come too nigh. The sun's gold would not seem pure gold Unless the sun were in the sky: To take him thence and chain him near Would make his beauty disappear."

"For mightier far Than strength of nerve or sinew, or the sway Of magic potent over sun and star, Is love, though oft to agony distrest, And though his favourite be feeble woman's breast."

"O dearer far than light and life are dear."

"Your love in a cottage is hungry, Your vine is a nest for flies— Your milkmaid shocks the Graces, And simplicity talks of pies! You lie down to your shady slumber And wake with a bug in your ear, And your damsel that walks in the morning Is shod like a mountaineer."

"While all the future, for thy purer soul, With "sober certainties" of love is blest."

"I'm sorry that I spell'd the word; I hate to go above you, Because"—the brown eyes lower fell,— "Because, you see, I love you!"

"At first, she loved nought else but flowers, And then—she only loved the rose; And then—herself alone; and then— She knew not what, but now—she knows."

"The warrior for the True, the Right, Fights in Love's name; The love that lures thee from that fight Lures thee to shame: That love which lifts the heart, yet leaves The spirit free,— That love, or none, is fit for one Man-shaped like thee."

"To love is to believe, to hope, to know; 'Tis an essay, a taste of Heaven below!"

": At lovers' perjuries Jove laughs and throws them idly to the winds."

"Nec jurare time; Veneris perjuria venti Irrita per terras et freta summa ferunt, Gratia magna Jovi; vetuit pater ipse valere, Jurasset cupide quicquid ineptus amor."

": Fear not to swear; the winds carry the perjuries of lovers without effect over land and sea, thanks to Jupiter. The father of the gods himself has denied effect to what foolish lovers in their eagerness have sworn."

"And the King with his golden sceptre, The Pope with Saint Peter's key, Can never unlock the one little heart That is opened only to me. For I am the Lord of a Realm, And I am Pope of a See; Indeed I'm supreme in the kingdom That is sitting, just now, on my knee."

"Perjuria ridet amantium Jupiter et ventos irrita ferre jubet."

"Like to a wind-blown sapling grow I from The cliff, Sweet, of your skyward-jetting soul,— Shook by all gusts that sweep it, overcome By all its clouds incumbent; O be true To your soul, dearest, as my life to you! For if that soil grow sterile, then the whole Of me must shrivel, from the topmost shoot Of climbing poesy, and my life, killed through, Dry down and perish to the foodless root."

"O, what are you waiting for here? young man! What are you looking for over the bridge?— A little straw hat with the streaming blue ribbons Is soon to come dancing over the bridge."

"Why should we kill the best of passions, love? It aids the hero, bids ambition rise To nobler heights, inspires immortal deeds, Even softens brutes, and adds a grace to virtue."

"O, rank is good, and gold is fair, And high and low mate ill; But love has never known a law Beyond its own sweet will!"

"When gloaming treads the heels of day And birds sit cowering on the spray, Along the flowery hedge I stray, To meet mine ain dear somebody."

"I love thee, I love but thee, With a love that shall not die Till the sun grows cold, And the stars are old, And the leaves of the Judgment Book unfold!"

"And on her lover's arm she leant, And round her waist she felt it fold, And far across the hills they went In that new world which is the old."

"I that have love and no more Give you but love of you, sweet; He that hath more, let him give; He that hath wings, let him soar; Mine is the heart at your feet Here, that must love you to live."

"O Love, O great god Love, what have I done, That thou shouldst hunger so after my death? My heart is harmless as my life's first day: Seek out some false fair woman, and plague her Till her tears even as my tears fill her bed."

"I loved you, and my love had no return, And therefore my true love has been my death."

"Why so pale and wan, fond lover, Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?"

"Love laid his sleepless head On a thorny rose bed: And his eyes with tears were red, And pale his lips as the dead."

"Sweetheart, when you walk my way, Be it dark or be it day; Dreary winter, fairy May, I shall know and greet you. For each day of grief or grace Brings you nearer my embrace; Love hath fashioned your dear face, I shall know you when I meet you."

"I who all the Winter through, Cherished other loves than you And kept hands with hoary policy in marriage-bed and pew; Now I know the false and true, For the earnest sun looks through, And my old love comes to meet me in the dawning and the dew."

"And my heart springs up anew, Bright and confident and true, And the old love comes to meet me, in the dawning and the dew."

"To be wise and eke to love, Is granted scarce to gods above."