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LOVE DISSEMBLED.
Think not I love him, though I ask for him ;
'Tis but a peevish boy, yet he talks well.
But what care I for words? Yet words do well,
When he that speaks them pleases those that hear:
It is a pretty youth-not very pretty;
But sure he's proud ; and yet his pride becomes him,
He'll make a proper man: the best thing in him
Is his complexion ; and fater than his tongue
Did make offence, his eye did heal it up :
He is not very tall, yet for his years he's tall;
His leg is but so fo, and yet 'tis well :
There was a pretty redness in his lip,
A little riper and more lusty red
Than that mix'd in his cheek ; 'twas just the difference
Betwixt the constant red and mingled damask.
There be some women, Sylvius, had they mark'd him
In parcels, as I did, would have gone near
To fall in love with him ; but, for my part,
I love him not, nor hate him not : and yet
I have more cause to hate him than to love him

;
For what had he to do to chide at me?
He said, mine eyes were black, and my hair black;
And, now I am remember'd, scorn'd at me :
I marvel, why I answer'd not again ;
But that's all one, omittance is no quittance.

As You Like It, A. 3. Sc.41
LOVE INSPIRED

O, my Lord,
When you went onward on this ended action,
I look'd upon her with a soldier's eye:
That lik’d, but had a rougher task in hand
Than to drive liking in the name of Love :
Put now I am return'd, and that war-thoughts
Have left their places vacant; in their rooms
Come thronging soft and delicate defires,
All prompting me how fair young Hero is ;
Saying I lik'd her ere I went to wars.

Much Ado about Nothing, A. 1. Sc.
LOVE IN WOMEN.
There is no woman's fides

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MESSENGER.

Can bear the beating of so strong a passion,
Is love doth give my heart': no woman's heart
o big to hold so much; they lack retention.
Has ? their love may be call'd appetite :
No motion of the liver, but the palate,
Chat suffers furfeit, cloyment, and revolt:
But mine is all as hungry as the sea,
And can digest as much. Make no compare
Between that love a woman can hear me,
And that I owe Olivia. Twelfth Night, A. 2. Sc. 3.

LOVE

There is alighted at your gate
A young Venetian, one that comes before
To fignify th' approaching of his lord,
From whom he bringeth sensible regreets;
To wit, besides commends and courteous breath,
Gifts of rich value: yet, I have not seen
So likely an ambassador of love.
A day in April never came so sweet,
To shew how costly summer was at hand,
As this fore-spurrer comes before his lord.

The Merchant of Venice, A. 2. Sc. g.

LOVE UNSOUGH T.
O, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful
In the contempt and anger of his lip!
A murd’rous guilt shews not itself more foon,
Than love that would seem hid : love's night is noon.
Cefario, by the roses of the spring,
My maidhood, honour, truth, and every thing,
I love thee so, that maugre all

thy pride,
Nor wit nor reason can my passion hide.
Do not extort thy reasons from this clause;
For that I woo, thou therefore haft no cause :
But rather reason thus with reason fetters
Love sought is good; but given unfought, is better.

Twelfth Night, A. 3. Sc. 1.

ROVER.
If thou remember'ft not the slightest folly
That ever love did make thee run into ;

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Thou

Thon haft not lov'd.
Or, if thou haft not sat, as I do now,
Wearying the hearer in thy mistress' praise,
Thou haft not lov'd.-
Or, if thou hast not broke from company
Abruptly, as my passion now makes me,
Thou haft not lov’d.

As You Like It, A. 2. Sc.
O, fo light a foot
Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint.
A lover may bestride the gossamer
That idles in the wanton summer air,
And yet not fall, fo light is vanity.

Romeo and Juliet, A. 2. Sc. LOVER'S COMMENDATION,

What you do, Still betters what is done. When you speak, (sweet) P'd have

you

do it ever ; when you sing, I'd have you buy and sell fo; fo give alms ; Pray fo; and for the ord'ring your affairs, To fing them too. When you do dance, I wish you A wave o'th' sea, that you might ever do Nothing but that; move ftill, Atill fo, And own no other function. Each your doing, So fingular in each particular, Crowns what you're doing in the present deeds, That all your

The Winter's Tale, A. 4. Sc.

acts are queens:

LOV ÉR'S HIR AL D.

Love's heralds should be thoughts, Which ten times fafter glide than the sun-beams, Driving back shadows over low'ring hills. Therefore do nimble-pinion'd doves draw Love, And therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid wings.

Romeo and Juliet, A. 3. S.

LOVER's
I swear to thee by Cupid's strongest bow,
By his best arrow with the golden head,
By the fimplicity of Venus' doves,

V O W.

By that which knitteth fouls, and profpers loves;
And by that fire which burn'd the Carthage Queen,
When the false Trojan under fail was seen;
By all the vows that ever men have broke ;
In number more than ever woman spoke ;
In that same place thou Kaft appointed me,
To-morrow truly will I meet with thee.

A Midsummer Night's Dream, A. i. Sc. i.

LO Y ALTY.
Mine honesty and I begin to square ;
The loyalty, well held to fools, does make
Our faith mere folly: yet he that can endure
To follow with allegiance a fall'n lord,
Does
conquer

him that did his master conquer, And earns a place i' th' Itory.

Antony and Cleopatra, A. 3. Sc. 9.

I U XURY.
You're too indulgent. Let us grant, it is not
Amiss to tumble on the bed of Ptolemy,
To give a kingdom for a mirth, to fit
And keep the turn of tipling with a slave,
To reel the streets at noon, and stand the buffet
With knaves that smell of sweat; say this becomes him ;
As his composure must be rare, indeed,
Whom these things cannot blemish; yet must Antony
No
way

excuse his foils, when we do bear
So great weight in his lightness. If he fill'd
His vacancy with his voluptuousness;
Full surfeits, and the dryness of his bones,
Call on him for 't: but to confound such time,
That drums him from his sport, and speaks as loud
As his own state, and ours; 'tis to be chid,
As we rate boys, who, being mature in knowledge,
Pawn their experience to their present pleasure,
And so rebel to judgment.

Ibid. A. 1. Sc. 5.
MACBETH's

Yet do I fear thy nature ;
It is too full o' the milk of human kindness,
To catch the nearest way: thou wouldst be great ;
Art not without ambition, but without

CHARACTER.

The illness should attend it. What thou wouldft highly;
That wouldst thou holily: wouldft not play false,
And yet wouldst wrongly win: thou 'dit have great Glamis,
That which cries, Thus thou muft do, if thou have it;
And that which rather thou doft fear to, do,
Thou wishest should be undone. Macbeth, A. 1. Sc. 5:

MADNESS.

By mine honesty,
If she be mad, as I believe no other,
Her madness hath the oddest frame of sense;.
Such a dependency of thing on thing,
As c'er I heard in madness.

Measure for Measure, A. 5. Sc. 2.
Alack, 'tis he: why, he was met e'en now
As mad as the vext sea; singing aloud;
Crown'd with rank fumiter and furrow-weeds,
With burdocks, hemlock, nettle, cuckoo-flowers,
Darnel, and all the idle weeds that grow
In our sustaining corn.

King Lear, A. 4. Sc. 4. O what a noble mind is here o'erthrown! The courtier's, foldier's, fcholar's, eye, tongue, sword; Th' expectancy and rose of the fair itate, The glass of fashion, and the mould of form, Th' observ'd of all observers ! Quite, quite down! I am of ladies most deject and wretched, That suck'd the honey of his music vows : Now fee that noble and most fov’reign reason, Like sweet bells jangled out of tune, and harsh; That unmatch'd form, and feature of blown youth, - Blasted with ecstasy. O, woe is me ! T' have seen what I have seen; see what I see.

Hamlet, A. 3. Sc. 2

MAGISTRATE.
He who the sword of heaven will bear,
Should be as holy as severe :
Pattern in himself to know,
Grace to stand, and virtue

go; More nor less to others paying, Than by felf-offences weighing.

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