AKESPEARE.

Imparadised in one another's arms.
_Paradise Lost, Bk. IV_. MILTON.

I give thee all--I can no more.
Though poor the offering be;
My heart and lute are all the store
That I can bring to thee.
_My Heart and Lute_. T. MOORE.

I've lived and loved.
_Wallenstein, Pt. I. Act ii. Sc. 6_. S.T. COLERIDGE.

LOVE'S PAINS.

A mighty pain to love it is,
And 't is a pain that pain to miss;
But of all pains, the greatest pain
It is to love, but love in vain.
_Gold_. A. COWLEY.

The sweetest joy, the wildest woe is love;
The taint of earth, the odor of the skies
Is in it.
_Festus, Sc. Alcove, and Garden_. P.J. BAILEY.

Chords that vibrate sweetest pleasure
Thrill the deepest notes of woe.
_On Sensibility_. R. BURNS.

Love is like a landscape which doth stand
Smooth at a distance, rough at hand.
_On Love_. R. HEGGE.

Vows with so much passion, swears with so much grace,
That 't is a kind of heaven to be deluded by him.
_Alexander the Great, Act i. Sc. 3_. N. LEE.

To love you was pleasant enough,
And O, 't is delicious to hate you!
_To_ ---- T. MOORE.

LOVE'S UNITY.

Two souls with but a single thought,
Two hearts that beat as one.
_Ingomar the Barbarian, Act ii_.
VON M. BELLINGHAUSEN. LOVELL'S _Trans_.

Our two souls, therefore, which are one,
Though I must go, endure not yet
A breach, but an expansion,
Like gold to airy thinness beat.
If they be two, they are two so
As stiff twin compasses are two;
Thy soul, the fixt foot, makes no show
To move, but doth if the other do.
And though it in the centre sit,
Yet when the other far doth roam,
It leans and hearkens after it,
And grows erect, as that comes home.
Such wilt thou be to me, who must,
Like the other foot, obliquely run.
Thy firmness makes my circle just,
And makes me end where I begun.
_A Valediction forbidding Mourning_. DR. J. DONNE.

True beauty dwells in deep retreats,
Whose veil is unremoved
Till heart with heart in concord beats,
And the lover is beloved.
_To_ ---- W. WORDSWORTH.

With thee, all toils are sweet; each clime hath charms;
Earth--sea alike--our world within our arms.
_The Bride of Abydos_. LORD BYRON.

What's mine is yours, and what is yours is mine.
_Measure for Measure, Act v. Sc. 1_. SHAKESPEARE.
He was a lover of the good old school,
Who still become more constant as they cool.
_Beppo, C