Yet, what is love? Good shepherd, show.- Sir Walter Raleigh. III. WHAT LOVE IS. A SICKNESS FULL OF WOE. LOVE is a sickness full of woes, A plant that most with cutting grows, Why so? More we enjoy it, more it dies; Love is a torment of the mind, And Jove hath made it of a kind Why so? More we enjoy it, more it dies; If not enjoyed, it sighing cries, Heigh-ho! Samuel Daniel. 5 IV. LOVE THE ADVENTURER, Over the mountains And over the waves, Under the fountains And under the graves; Where there is no place For the glow-worm to lie; Where the midge dares not venture If Love come, he will enter And soon find out his way. You may esteem him A child for his might; Or you may deem him A coward from his flight; But if she whom love doth honour Some think to lose him By having him confined; And some do suppose him, Poor thing, to be blind; It is engendered in the eyes, Let us all ring Fancy's knell, I'll begin it,-Ding, dong, bell. Ding, dong, bell. William Shakespeare. VI. LE PUITS D'AMOUR. WHENCE is this fountain that floweth Blest be the warm wind that bloweth I give, nor weary of giving From the fountain; and still the more I give of the waters living, Fuller they flow than before! I give-as to me it is given, And my sorrow is changed to mirth, For I think in the hills of heaven That fountain must have its birth. Elizabeth D. Bullock. VII. A WELL OF LOVE. BETTER to sit at the waters' birth, Be thy heart a well of love, my child, For a cistern of love, though undefiled, Keeps not the spirit pure. George MacDonald. VIII. LOVE THE ranger. How delicious is the winning Yet remember, 'midst your wooing, Love he comes, and Love he tarries, Longest stays, when sorest chidden; Bind the sea to slumber stilly, Bind the aspen ne'er to quiver, Then bind Love to last for ever. Love's a fire that needs renewal Of fresh beauty for its fuel: Love's wing moults when caged and captured ; Only free, he soars enraptured. Can you keep the bee from ranging, Thomas Campbell. |