My love is thaw'd;

Which, like a waxen image 'gainst a fire,
Bears no impression of the thing it was.

420.

Love and scorn.

To be

2-ii. 4.

In love, where scorn is bought with groans; coy looks,
With heart-sore sighs; one fading moment's mirth,
With twenty watchful, weary, tedious nights:
If haply won, perhaps, a hapless gain;
If lost, why then a grievous labour won;
However, but a folly bought with wit,
Or else a wit by folly vanquished.

421.

Lover.

I have not seen

So likely an ambassador of love:
A day in April never came so sweet,
To show how costly summer was at hand,
As this fore-spurrer comes before his lord.

If he be not one that truly loves you, That errs in ignorance, and not in cunning, I have no judgment in an honest face.

423.

Lover, lunatic, and poet.

The lunatic, the lover, and the poet,
Are of imagination all compact:

2—i. 1.

9-ii. 9.

37-iii. 3.

One sees more devils than vast hell can hold;
That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic,

Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt:

The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling,

Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven;

And, as imagination bodies forth

The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen
Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing

A local habitation, and a name.

Such tricks hath strong imagination;

That, if it would but apprehend some joy,

It comprehends some bringer of that joy;
Or, in the night, imagining some fear,
How easy is a bush supposed a bear?

She stripp'd it from her arm; I see her yet;
Her pretty action did outsell her gift,
And yet enrich'd it too.

7-v. 1.

31-ii. 4.

If ever thou shalt love,

In the sweet pangs of it remember me:
For, such as

am,

all true lovers are;

Unstaid and skittish in all motions else,

Save, in the constant image of the creature

That is beloved.

427.

The same.

4-ii. 4.

True lovers run into strange capers; but as all is mortal in nature, so is all nature, in love, mortal in folly. 10-ii. 4.

Nay, 't is true; there was never any thing so sudden, but the fight of two rams, and Cæsar's thrasonical brag of—I came, saw, and overcame: For your brother and my sister no sooner met, but they looked; no sooner looked, but they loved; no sooner loved, but they sighed; no sooner sighed, but they asked one another the reason; no sooner knew the reason, but they sought the remedy; and in these degrees have they made a pair of stairs to marriage They are in the very wrath of love, and they will together; clubs cannot part them.

429.

The same.

10-v. 2.

Jig off a tune at the tongue's end, canary to it

with your feet, humour it with turning up your eyelids; sigh a note, and sing a note: sometime through the throat, as if you swallowed love with singing love; sometime through the nose, as if you snuffed up love by smelling love; and keep not too long in one tune, but a snip and away; These are complements, these are humours; these betray nice wenches. 8-iii. 1.

What! gone without a word?

Ay, so true love should do: it cannot speak;

For truth hath better deeds, than words, to grace it.

Alas! this parting strikes poor lovers dumb. 2-ii. 2.

How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night,
Like softest music to attending ears!

35-ii. 2.

The truest poetry is the most feigning; and lovers are given to poetry; and what they swear in poetry, may be said, as lovers, they do feign.

We make woe wanton with this fond delay:

10-iii. 3.

Once more, adieu; the rest let sorrow say. 17—v. 1.

434.

Lovers, their incongruity.

Tell this youth what 't is to love.

It is to be all made of sighs and tears;
It is to be all made of faith and service;-
It is to be all made of fantasy,

All made of passion, and all made of wishes;
All adoration, duty, and obedience,

All humbleness, all patience, and impatience,
All purity, all trial, all observance.

10-v. 2.

Lovers, and madmen, have such seething brains,

Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend
More than cool reason ever comprehends.

God, the best maker of all marriages,
Combine your hearts in one!

As man and wife, being two, are one in love.

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments.

7-v. 1.

20-v. 2.

Poems.

God forbid that I should wish them sever'd Whom God hath join'd togetherm.

23-iv. 1.

Have I lived thus long-(let me speak myself,
Since virtue finds no friends)-a wife, a true one?
A woman (I dare say, without vain-glory)
Never yet branded with suspicion?

Have I with all my full affections

loved him next heaven? obey'd him? Been, out of fondness, superstitious to him? Almost forgot my prayers to content him? And am I thus rewarded? 't is not well.Bring me a constant woman to her husband; One, that ne'er dream'd a joy beyond his pleasure: And to that woman, when she has done most, Yet will I add an honour,-a great patience.

Those, that do teach young babes,

Do it with gentle means, and easy tasks:

25-iii. 1.

"What therefore God hath joined together, let not man

put asunder."-Matt. xix. 6.

He might have chid me so; for, in good faith,
I am a child to chiding.

37-iv. 2.

I have been to you a true and humble wife,
At all times to your will conformable:

Ever in fear to kindle your dislike,

Yea, subject to your countenance; glad, or sorry,
As I saw it inclined. When was the hour,

I ever contradicted your desire,

Or made it not mine too? Or which of your friends
Have I not strove to love, although I knew
He were mine enemy? what friend of mine,
That had to him derived your anger, did I
Continue in my liking? nay, gave notice

He was from thence discharged? Sir, call to mind,
That I have been your wife, in this obedience,
Upward of twenty years, and have been blest
With many children by you: If, in the course
And process of this time, you can report,
And prove it too, against mine honour aught,
My bond to wedlock, or my love and duty,
Against your sacred person, in God's name,
Turn me away; and let the foul'st contempt
Shut door upon me, and so give me up
To the sharpest kind of justice.

You are my true and honourable wife;
As dear to me as are the ruddy drops

That visit my sad heart.

'T is not to make me jealous,

25-ii. 4.

29-ii. 1.

To say-my wife is fair, feeds well, loves company,
Is free of speech, sings, plays, and dances well;
Where virtue is, these are more virtuous":
Nor from mine own weak merits will I draw
The smallest fear, or doubt of her revolt;
For she had eyes, and chose me: No,

• Which makes fair gifts fairer.