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1

C'est que je ne vous aime pas.

 Paraphrase of Martial by Robert Rabutin (De Bussy). Epigram 32. Bk. I.


2

I love thee not. Nell
But why I can't tell.
Paraphrase of Martial in Thos. Forde's Virtus Rediviva.


3

I love him not, but show no reason wherefore,
but this, I do not love the man.
Paraphrase of Martial by Rowland Watkyns—Antipathy.


Love is a flame to burn out human wills,
Love is a flame to set the will on fire,
Love is a flame to cheat men into mire.
Masefield—Widow in the Bye Street. Pt. II.


Great men,
Till they have gained their ends, are giants in
Their promises, but, those obtained, weak pigmies
In their performance. And it is a maxim
Allowed among them, so they may deceive,
They may swear anything; for the queen of love,
As they hold constantly, does never punish,
But smile, at lovers' perjuries.

MassingerGreat Duke of Florence. Act II. Sc. 3.
(See also Ovid)


5

'Tis well to be merry and wise,
'Tis well to be honest and true;
’Tis well to be off with the old love,
Before you are on with the new.

 As used by Matdrin, for the motto to "Bertram," produced at Drury Lane, 1816.


It is good to be merry and wise,
It is good to be honest and true.
It is best to be off with the old love,
Before you are on with the new.
Published in "Songs of England and Scotland."
London, 1835. Vol.11. P. 73.


I loved you ere I knew you; know you now.
And having known you, love you better still.

Owen Meredith (Lord Lytton)—Vanini.


5

Love is all in fire, and yet is ever freezing;

Love is much in winning, yet is more in Teesing: Love is ever sick, and yet is never dying; Love is ever true, and yet is ever lying; Love does doat in liking, and is mad in loathing; Love indeed is anything, yet indeed is nothing. Thos. Middleton—Blurt, Master Constable. Act II. Sc. 2. </poem>


I never heard
Of any true affection but 'twas nipped.
Thos. Middleton—Blurt, Master Constable.
Act III. Sc. 2.
 | seealso = (See also Moore under Gazelle)
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{{Hoyt quote
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 | text = <poem>He who for love hath undergone
The worst that can befall,
Is happier thousandfold than one
Who never loved at all.
Monckton Milnes—To Myrzha. On Returning.
 | seealso = (See also Tennyson)


Such sober certainty of waking bliss.
 | author = Milton
 | work = Comus. 263.
 | seealso = (See also Wordsworth)
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{{Hoyt quote
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 | text = <poem>Imparadis'd in one another's arms.
 | author = Milton
 | work = Paradise Lost.
 | place = Bk. IV. L. 50.

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So dear I love him, that with him all deaths
I could endure, without him live no life.
 | author = Milton
 | work = Paradise Lost.
 | place = Bk. IX. L. 832.

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It is not virtue, wisdom, valour, wit,
Strength, comeliness of shape, or amplest merit,
That woman's love can win, or long inherit;
But what it is, hard is to say,
Harder to hit.
 | author = Milton
 | work = Samson Agonistes. L. 1,010.


La fleur nominee heliotrope tourne sans cesse
vers cet astre du jour, aussi mon cceur dorenavant tournera-t-il toujours vers les astres resplendissants de vos yeux adorables, ainsi que son
p&le unique.
The flower called heliotrope turns without
ceasing to that star of the day, so also my
heart henceforth will turn itself always towards
the resplendent stars of your adorable eyes, as
towards its only pole.
Moltere—Le Malade Imaginaire. Act II.
Sc. 6.
 | seealso = (See also Moore)
 | topic = Love
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 | text = <poem>L'amour est souvent un fruit de manage.
Love is often a fruit of marriage.
Moltere—Sganarelle. I. 1.


If a man should importune me to give a reason
why I loved him, I find it could no otherwise be
expressed than by making answer, Because it was
he; because it was I. There is beyond all that I
am able to say, I know not what inexplicable and
fated power that brought on this union.
Montaigne—Essays. Bk. I. Ch. XXVII.


Celuy ayme peu qui ayme a la mesure.
He loves little who loves by rul e.
Montaigne. Bk. I. Ch. XXVm.


Yes, loving is a painful thrill,
And not to love more painful still;
But oh, it is the worst of pain,
To love and not be lov'd again.
Moore—Anacreontic. Ode 29.
 | seealso = (See also Cowley)
 | topic = Love
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{{Hoyt quote
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 | text = <poem>No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets,
But as truly loves on to the close,
As the sunflower turns on her god, when he sots,
The same look which she turn'd when he rose.
Moore:—Believe Me, If All Those Endearing
Young Charms. St. 2.
 | seealso = (See also Moltere)
 | topic = Love
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 | text = <poem>I know not, I ask not, if guilt's in that heart,
I but know that I love thee, whatever thou art.
Moore—Come, Rest in This Bosom. St. 2.


Love on through all ills, and love on till they die!
Moore—Lalla Rookh. TheLightofthe Harem.
L. 653.