Since there"s no help for me, come, let us kiss and part-- Alas! I am done, you see no more of me; But I am sorry, yea, sorry with all my heart, That thus, you have willed it,--to be free: Shake hands forever, cancel all our vows, And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain.
--_Anonymous._
1166
Dr. Doddridge one day asked his little daughter how it was that everybody loved her: "I know not," said she, "unless it be that I love everybody."
--_Arvine._
1167
He who is loved by man is loved by G.o.d.
--_The Talmud._
1168
If there"s delight in love, "tis when I see That heart which others bleed for, bleed for me.
--_Garrick._
1169
Love is the only pa.s.sion that justifies a perpetual hyperbole, i. e., poetic exaggeration.
--_Bacon._
1170
There is an atmosphere in the letters of those we love which we alone--we who love--can feel.
1171
LIFE WITHOUT LOVE.
Life without love is like day without sunshine, Roses bereft of sweet nature"s perfume; Love is the guide mark to those who are weary Of waiting and watching in darkness and gloom.
Love to the heart is like dewdrops to violets Left on the dust-ridden roadside to die; Love leads the way to our highest endeavors, Lightens and lessens the pain of each sigh.
Life without love is like spring without flowers, Brook-streams that move not, or star-bereft sky; Love creates efforts most worthy and n.o.ble, Prompts us to live and resigns us to die.
--_Unknown._
1172
LOVE.
The night has a thousand eyes, And the day but one; Yet the light of the whole world dies With the setting sun.
The mind has a thousand eyes, And the heart but one; But the light of a whole life dies When love is done.
--_Francis W. Bourdillon._
1173
One nail by strength drives out another, So the remembrance of my former love Is by a newer object quite forgotten.
--_Shakespeare._
1174
Love is like the moon; when it does not increase, it decreases.
1175
FORGET THEE?
Behold the sun forget to shine, The brightest star to twinkle, The ivy round the oak to twine, The tearful heart to sprinkle The sod that wraps affection"s grave, The never silent surging sea The sandy sh.o.r.e to lash and lave-- Then think that I"ll forget thee.
--_Winfred._
1176
THE MAIDEN IN LOVE.
Sweet mother, I can spin no more to-day, And all for a youth who has stolen my heart away.
--_Sappho, 600 B. C._ --_Translated by Appleton._
1177
We are easily duped by those whom we love.
--_Moliere._