285 O most potential love! vow, bond, nor space, And sweetens, in the suffering pangs it bears, The aloes of all forces, shocks, and fears. 286 Poems. Love's counsellors should fill the bores of hearing, 287 31-iii. 2. Love is full of unbefitting strains; 9-iii. 2. All wanton as a child, skipping, and vain; To every varied object in his glance. 290 Love is a smoke raised with a fume of sighs; * Love. 8-v. 2. Being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears: 291 I swear to thee, by Cupid's strongest bow; 35-i. 1. By that which knitteth souls, and prospers loves; 292 He says, he loves my daughter: I think so too; for never gazed the moon 7—i. 1. As 'twere, my daughter's eyes: and, to be plain, 293 13-iv. 3. O, that I thought it could be in a woman, Might be affronted with the match and weight 294 If ever (as that ever may be near) 26-iii. 2. *The other best. † Ever. Meet with an equal. You meet in some fresh cheek the power of fancy, 295 10-iii. 5. Time, force, and death, Do to this body what extremes you can; But the strong base and building of my love Drawing all things to it. 296 26-iv. 2. you leaden messengers, That ride upon the violent speed of fire, Fly with false aim; move the still-piercing air, 297 11-iii. 2. Leave you your power to draw, And I shall have no power to follow you. 7-ii. 2. 298 Sweet silent hours of marriage joys. 24-iv. 4. 299 If music be the food of love, play on, 300 Love is like a child, 4-i. 1. That longs for every thing that he can come by. 301 Tell this youth what 'tis to love. It is to be all made of sighs and tears; 2-iii. 1. All made of passion, and all made of wishes; All humbleness, all patience, and impatience, 10-v. 2. 302 My love's More richer than my tongue. 34-i. 1. 303 I have done penance for contemning love; With nightly tears, and daily heart-sore sighs; Love hath chased sleep from my enthralled eyes, And hath so humbled me, as, I confess, There is no woe to his correction,† Nor, to his service, no such joy on earth! Now, no discourse, except it be of love; Now can I break my fast, dine, sup, and sleep, 304 2-ii. 4. O brawling love! O loving hate! O any thing, of nothing first create! O heavy lightness! serious vanity! Mis-shapen chaos of well-seeming forms! Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health! Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is! 305 I leave myself, my friends, and all for love. 35-i. 1. Made me neglect my studies, lose my time, *Perhaps, obedience. 2-i. 1. † No misery that can be compared to the punishment inflicted by love. 306 The gifts, she looks from me, are pack'd and lock'd But not deliver'd. 307 13-iv. 3. Let me but bear your love, I'll bear your cares. 19-v. 2. Here comes the lady ;-O, so light a foot 311 35-ii. 6. O spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou! Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there, But falls into abatement and low price, 312 She bids you, Upon the wanton rushes lay you down, 4-i. 1. The long white filament which flies in the air. Value. Fantastical to the height. This expression is fine; intimating that the god of sleep would not only sit on his eyelids, but that he should sit crowned, that is, pleased and delighted. |