sand brothers
Could not, with all their quantity of love,
Make up my sum.
_Hamlet, Act v. Sc_. 1. SHAKESPEARE.

Love, then, hath every bliss in store;
'Tis friendship, and 'tis something more.
Each other every wish they give;
Not to know love is not to live.
_Plutus, Cupid, and Time_. J. GAY.

LOVE'S ARTS.

Sweet to entrance
The raptured soul by intermingling glance.
_Psyche_. MRS. M. TIGHE.

Our souls sit close and silently within,
And their own web from their own entrails spin;
And when eyes meet far off, our sense is such,
That, spider-like, we feel the tenderest touch.
_Marriage a la Mode, Act ii. Sc_. 1. J. DRYDEN.

Of all the paths [that] lead to a woman's love
Pity's the straightest.
_Knight of Malta, Act i. Sc_. 1. BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER.

So mourned the dame of Ephesus her love;
And thus the soldier, armed with resolution,
Told his soft tale, and was a thriving wooer.
_Shakespeare's King Richard III. (Altered), Act ii. Sc. 1_. C. CIBBER.

The Devil hath not, in all his quiver's choice,
An arrow for the heart like a sweet voice.
_Don Juan, Canto XV_. LORD BYRON.

If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully;
Or, if thou think'st I am too quickly won,
I'll frown, and be perverse, and say thee nay,
So thou wilt woo; but, else, not for the world.
_Romeo and Juliet, Act v. Sc. 2_. SHAKESPEARE.

Read it, sweet maid, though it be done but slightly:
Who can show all his love doth love but lightly.
_Sonnet_. S. DANIEL.

Love first invented verse, and formed the rhyme,
The motion measured, harmonized the chime.
_Cymon and Iphigenia_. J. DRYDEN.

And you must love him, ere to you
He will seem worthy of your love.
_A Poet's Epitaph_. W. WORDSWORTH.

None without hope e'er loved the brightest fair,
But love can hope where reason would despair.
_Epigram_. GEORGE, LORD LYTTELTON.

LOVE'S BLINDNESS.

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
_Midsummer Night's Dream, Act i. Sc. 1_. SHAKESPEARE.

None ever loved but at first sight they loved.
_Blind Beggar of Alexandria_. G. CHAPMAN.

We only love where fate ordains we should,
And, blindly fond, oft slight superior merit.
_Fall of Saguntum_. PH. FROWDE.

But love is blind, and lovers cannot see
The pretty follies that themselves commit.
_Merchant of Venice, Act ii. Sc. 6_. SHAKESPEARE.