Love was to his impassioned soul,
Not as with others, a mere part
Of its existence, but the whole,
The very life-breath of his heart.

Moore.

Friendship offer ends in love, but love in friendship

'never.

Colton.

Alas! the love of women, it is known
To be a lovely and a fearful thing;
For all of theirs upon that die is thrown,
And if 'tis lost, life has no more to bring
To them, but mockeries of the past alone.

Byron.

Lovers and madmen have such seething brains,
Such shaping phantasies, that apprehend
More than cool reason ever comprehends.

Shakspeare.

A murd'rous guilt shows not itself more soon
Than love that would seem hid. Love's night is noon.

Sweet love, changing its property,

Shakspeare.

Turns to the sourest and most deadly hate.

Shakspeare.

Then there were sighs, the deeper for suppression,

And stolen glances, sweeter for the theft, And burning blushes, though for no transgression

Trembling when met, and restlessness when left.

Byron

When love begins to sicken and decay,
It useth an enforced ceremony.

They love least that let men know their love.

They do not love that do not show their love.
Too light winning makes the prize light.

To be wise and love exceeds man's might.
At lovers' perjuries they say Jove laughs.

Shakspeare.

By love the young and tender wit is turned to folly.
Love sought is good, but given unsought is better.
There's beggary in the love that can be reckoned.
One who loved not wisely, but too well.

Base men, being in love, have then a nobility in their natures more than is native to them.

Love that has nothing but beauty to keep it in health, is

short-lived.

Shakspeare.

Let him who does not choose to be considered a lazy fellow, fall in love.

Man, while he loves, is never quite depraved,

Ovid.

And woman's triumph is a lover saved.

Lamb.

Risk all the riches of his years of toil,

And his God-vouched inheritance of heaven,
For one light, momentary taste of love.

Bailey.

He who admits Ambition to the companionship of Love, admits a giant that outstrides the gentler footsteps of its comrade.

Bulwer.

In their first passions women love the lover, in the others they love love.

Love weakens as it grows older, while friendship strengthens with years.

Stanislaus.

In love's wars, he who flies is conqueror.

Love, knavery and necessity make men good orators.

When Poverty comes in at the door, Love flies out at the window.

-Better the tie at once be broken,
At once our last farewell be spoken,
Than watch him one by one destroy
The glowing buds of hope and joy;
Than thus to see them day by day,
Beneath his coldness, fade away.

The time I've lost in wooing,
In watching and pursuing
The light that lies in woman's eyes,
Has been my heart's undoing;
Though wisdom oft has sought me,
I scorned the love she brought me;
My only books were women's looks,
And folly's all they've taught me.

Mrs Osgood.

Muere.

The pleasure of love is in loving. We are happier in the passion we feel than in what we excite.

It is with true love as with apparitions. Every one talks of it, but few have seen it.

There are people who never would have been in love if they had never heard of love.

Love, like fire, must have continual movement. When it ceases to hope and fear, it ceases to exist.

In love, he who is earliest cured is always best cured. The reason why lovers are never weary of being together is, because they are always talking of themselves. -Coldness in love is a sure means of being beloved.

The more we love, the nearer are we to hate.

Women who love, more easily pardon great indiscretions than little infidelities.

In love we often doubt what we most believe.

-There are few people who, when their love is over, are not ashamed of having been in love.

It is impossible to love a second time what we have once really ceased to love.

Men often proceed from love to ambition, but seldom return from ambition to love.

In the soul, love is a passion for reigning; in minds, it is a sympathy; in the body, it is a latent desire to possess the object loved.

The generality of women mourn the death of their lovers, not so much from the love they bore them, as to appear more worthy of being loved.

La Rochefoucauld.

It is possible for men to be so changed by love that one could not recognize them to be the same persons.

Terence.

To be loved, we should merit but little esteem, all superiority attracts awe and aversion.

Love is the loadstone of love.

More cruel far than murderer's self is he

Helveti

Who, having kindled once love's Eden bloom, With warm persuasion's spell, in some young heart, E'er lets indifference blight it or neglect ;

For love, true love, can flower but once in life,

In woman's life, the aloe of the heart.

Mrs. Osgood

The love which is nursed through shame and sorrow s of a deeper and holier nature than that which is reared in pride and fostered in joy.

Bulwer.

What can be counted pleasure after love?
Like the young lion which once has lapped blood,
The heart can ne'er be coaxed back to aught else.

Bashful sincerity and comely love.

Bailey

Shakspeare.

In woman, love once admitted engrosses all the sources of thought and excludes every object but itself; but in man it is shared with all the former reflections and feel ings which the past yet bequeaths us, and can neither constitute the whole of our happiness or woe. The love of man in his maturer years is not so much a new emotion as a revival and concentration of all his departed affection toward others.

Bulwer's "Falkland."