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Where love could walk with banish'd Hope no more.
      - Lord Alfred Tennyson, Lover's Tale
         (l. 813)

Love's arms were wreathed about the neck of Hope,
  And Hope kiss'd Love, and Love drew in her breath
    In that close kiss and drank her whisper'd tales.
      They said that Love would die when Hope was gone.
        And Love mourn'd long, and sorrow'd after Hope;
          At last she sought out Memory, and they trod
            The same old paths where Love had walked with Hope,
              And Memory fed the soul of Love with tears.
      - Lord Alfred Tennyson, Lover's Tale
         (l. 815)

There has fallen a splendid tear
  From the passion-flower at the gate.
    She is coming, my dove, my dear;
      She is coming, my life, my fate;
        The red rose cries, "She is near, she is near;"
          And the white rose weeps, "She is late;"
            The larkspur listens, "I hear; I hear;"
              And the lily whispers, "I wait."
      - Lord Alfred Tennyson, Maud
         (pt. XXII, st. 10)

She is coming, my own, my sweet;
  Where it ever so airy a tread,
    My heart would hear her and beat,
      Were it earth in an earthly bed;
        My dust would hear her and beat,
          Had I lain for a century dead;
            Would start and tremble under her feet,
              And blossom in purple and red.
      - Lord Alfred Tennyson, Maud
         (pt. XXII, st. 11)

Love is hurt with jar and fret;
  Love is made a vague regret.
      - Lord Alfred Tennyson,
        The Miller's Daughter (st. 28)

All these inconveniences are incidents to love: reproaches, jealousies, quarrels, reconcilements, war, and then peace.
      - Terence (Publius Terentius Afer)

It is possible that a man can be so changed by love, that one could not recognize him to be the same person.
      - Terence (Publius Terentius Afer)

Quarrels of lovers renew their love.
      - Terence (Publius Terentius Afer)

If fun is good, truth is still better, and love best of all.
      - William Makepeace Thackeray

Love makes fools of us all, big and little.
      - William Makepeace Thackeray

True love is better than glory.
      - William Makepeace Thackeray

When a man is in love with one woman in a family, it is astonishing how fond he becomes of every person connected with it. He ingratiates himself with the maids; he is bland with the butler; he interests himself about the footman; he runs on errands for the daughters; he gives advice and lends money to the youngest son at college; he pats little dogs which he would kick otherwise; he smiles at old stories which would make him break out in yawns, were they uttered by any one but papa; he drinks sweet port wine, for which he would curse the steward and the whole committee of a club; he bears even with the cantankerous old maiden aunt; he beats time when darling little Fanny performs her piece on the piano; smiles when wicked, lively little Bobby upsets the coffee over his shirt.
      - William Makepeace Thackeray

It is best to love wisely, no doubt; but to love foolishly is better than not to be able to love at all.
      - William Makepeace Thackeray, Pendennis
         (ch. VI)

Werther had a love for Charlotte,
  Such as words could never utter;
    Would you know how first he met her?
      She was cutting bread and butter.
      - William Makepeace Thackeray,
        The Sorrows of Werther

For faults are beauties in a lover's eyes.
      - Theocritus

Like to a wind-blown sapling grow I from
  The cliff, Sweet, of your skyward-jetting soul,--
    Shook by all gusts that sweep it, overcome
      By all its clouds incumbent; O be true
        To your soul, dearest, as my life to you!
          For if that soil grew sterile, then the whole
            Of me must shrivel, from the topmost shoot
              Of climbing poesy, and my life, killed through,
                Dry down and perish to the foodless root.
      - Francis Thompson, Manus Animam Pinxit

And let th' aspiring Youth beware of Love,
  Of the smooth glance beware; for 'tis too late;
    When on his heart the torrent softness pours,
      Then Wisdom prostrate lies, and fading Fame
        Dissolves in air away.
      - James Thomson (1)

Why should we will the best of passions, love?
  It aids the hero, bids ambition rise
    To nobler heights, inspires immortal deeds,
      Even softens brutes, and adds a grace to virtue.
      - James Thomson (1), Sophonisba
         (act V, sc. 2)

O, what are you waiting for here? young man!
  What are you looking for over the bridge?--
    A little straw hat with the streaming blue ribbons
      Is soon to come dancing over the bridge.
      - James Thomson (1), Waiting

Love must be as much a light as a flame.
      - Henry David Thoreau

Fear not to swear; the winds carry the perjuries of lovers without effect over land and sea, thanks to Jupiter. The father of the gods himself has denied effect to what foolish lovers in their eagerness have sworn.
  [Lat., Nec jurare time; Veneris perjuria venti
    Irrita per terras et freta summa ferunt,
      Gratia magna Jovi; vetuit pater ipse valere,
        Jurasset cupide quicquid ineptus amor.]
      - Albius Tibullus, Carmina (III, 4, 21)

At lovers' perjuries Jove laughs and throws them idly to the winds.
  [Lat., Perjuria ridet amantium Jupiter et ventos irrita ferre jubet.]
      - Albius Tibullus, Carmina (III, 6, 49)

Love knows no winter; no, no! It is, and remains the sign of spring.
  [Ger., Die Liebe wintert nicht;
    Nein, nein! Ist und bleibt Fruhlings-Schein.]
      - Ludwig Tieck, Herbstlied

At first, she loved nought else but flowers,
  And then--she only loved the rose;
    And then--herself alone; and then--
      She knew not what, but now--she knows.
      - Frederic Ridgely Torrence,
        House of a Hundred Lights

For Truth makes holy Love's illusive dreams,
  And their best promise constantly redeems.
      - Henry Theodore Tuckerman, Sonnets (XXII)

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