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 LOVE

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Odi et amo. Quare id faciam, fortasse requiris. Nescio: sed fieri sentio, et excrucior. I hate and I love. Why do I do so you perhaps ask. I cannot say; but I feel it to be so, and I am tormented accordingly. Catullus—Carmina. LXXXV. | seealso = (See also {{sc|Martial) 2 There's no love lost between us. | author = Cervantes | work = Don Quixote. | place = Bk. IV. Ch. 13. Fielding—Grub Street. Act I. Sc. 4. | author = Garrick | work = Correspondence. (1759) | author = Goldsmith | work = She Stoops to Conquer. Act IV. Ben Jonson—Every Man Out of His Humour. Act II. Sc. 1. Le Sage—Gil Bias. Bk. IX. Ch. VII. As trans, by Smollett. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Love | page = 467 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = It's love, it's love that makes the world go round. Popular French song in Chansons Nationales et Populaires de France. Vol. II. P. 180. (About 1821) | topic = Love | page = 467 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = I tell thee Love is Nature's second sun, ,/ Causing a spring of virtues where he shines. George Chapman—All Fools. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 98. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Love | page = 467 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = 5 | text = None ever loved, but at first sight they loved. George Chapman—The Blind Beggar of Alexandria. | seealso = (See also {{sc|Marlowe}}) | topic = Love | page = 467 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Banish that fear; my name can never waste, For love sincere refines upon the taste. Collet Cibber—The Double Gallant. Act V. Sc. 1. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Love | page = 467 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = So mourn'd the dame of Ephesus her love. Collet Cibber—Richard III. Act II. Altered from Shakespeare. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Love | page = 467 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = What have I done? What horrid crime committed? To me the worst of crimes—outliv'd my liking. Collet Cibber—Richard III. Act III. Sc. 2. Altered from Shakespeare. | seealso = (See also {{sc|Crashaw}}) | topic = Love | page = 467 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Vivunt in venerem frondes omnisque vicissim Felix arbor amat; mutant ad mutua palmse Foedera. The leaves live but to love, and in all the lofty grove the happy trees love each his neighbor. Claudianus—De Nuptiis Honorii et Marios. LXV. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Love | page = 467 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Her very frowns are fairer far Than smiles of other maidens are. Hartley Coleridge—Song. She is not Fair. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Love | page = 467 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth, And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny, and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain. Coleridge—Christabel. Pt. II. LOVE 467 All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Coleridge—Love. St. 1. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Love | page = 467 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = I have heard of reasons manifold Why love must needs be blind, But this is the best of all I hold— His eyes are in his mind. Coleridge—To a Lady. St. 2. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Love | page = 467 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = He that can't live upon love deserves to die in a ditch. Congreve. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Love | page = 467 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = 15 | text = Say what you will, 'tis better to be left Than never to have loved. Congreve—Way of the World. Act II. Sc. 1. | seealso = (See also {{sc|Crabbe, Guartni, Tennyson}}) | topic = Love | page = 467 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = If there's delight in love, 'tis when I see The heart, which others bleed for, bleed for me. Congreve—Way of the World. ActlH. Sc. 3. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Love | page = 467 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = I know not when the day shall be, I know not when our eyes may meet; What welcome you may give to me, Or will your words be sad or sweet, It may not be 'till years have passed, 'Till eyes are dim and tresses gray; The world is wide, but, love, at last, Our hands, our hearts, must meet some day. Hugh Conway—Some Day. How wise are they that are but fools in love! How a man may choose a Good Wife. Act I. 1. Attributed to Joshua Cooke in Diet, of Nat. Biog. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Love | page = 467 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = A mighty pain to love it is, And 'tis a pain that pain to miss; But, of all pains, the greatest pain Is to love, but love in vain. Abraham Cowley—Trans, of Anacreontic Odes. VII. Gold. (Anacreon's authorship doubted.) | seealso = (See also {{sc|Moore}}) | topic = Love | page = 467 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Our love is principle, and has its root In reason, is judicious, manly, free. | author = Cowper | work = The Task. Bk. V. L. 353. | place = | note = | topic = Love | page = 467 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Better to love amiss than nothing to have loved. Crabbe—The Struggles of Conscience. Tale 14. | seealso = (See also {{sc|Congreve}}) | topic = Love | page = 467 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Heaven's great artillery. ^f Crashaw—Flaming Heart. L. 56. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Love | page = 467 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Love's great artillery. Crashaw—Prayer. L. 18. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Love | page = 467 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Mighty Love's artillery. Crashaw—Wounds of the Lord Jesus. L. 2. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Love | page = 467 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = And I, what is my crime I cannot tell, Vnless it be a crime to haue lou'd too well. Crashaw—Alexias. | seealso = (See also {{sc|Cibber, Pope) y