Bid me to love, and I will give a loving heart to thee.
For pitty, Sir, find out that Bee Which bore my Love away I'le seek him in your Bonnet brave, I'le seek him in your eyes.
Give me a kiss, and to that kiss a score; Then to that twenty, add a hundred more: A thousand to that hundred: so kiss on, To make that thousand up a million. Treble that million, and when that is done, Let's kiss afresh, as when we first begun.
Conquer we shall, but, we must first contend! It's not the fight that crowns us, but the end.
The person lives twice who lives the first life well
In prayer the lips ne'er act the winning part, Without the sweet concurrence of the heart.
A spark neglected makes a mighty fire.
Humble we must be, if to heaven we go; High is the roof there, but the gate is low.
It is the end that crowns us, not the fight.
In things a moderation keep; Kings ought to shear, not skin, their sheep.
Attempt the end and never stand to doubt;
Nothing's so hard, but search will find it out.
Tears are the noble language of eyes, and when true love of words is destitute. The eye by tears speak, while the tongue is mute.
I dare not ask a kiss;
I dare not beg a smile;
Lest having that or this,
I might grow proud the while.
No, no, the utmost share
Of my desire shall be
Only to kiss that air,
That lately kissed thee.
What is a kiss? Why this, as some approve: the sure, sweet cement, glue, and lime of love.
Give, if thou can, an alms; if not, a sweet and gentle word.
Before man's fall the rose was born,St. Ambrose says, without the thorn;But for man's fault then was the thornWithout the fragrant rose-bud born; But ne'er the rose without the thorn.
Bid me despair, and I'll despair,Under that cypress tree;Or bid me die, and I will dareE'en Death, to die for thee.
Bid me to live, and I will liveThy Protestant to be,Or bid me love, and I will giveA loving heart to thee.
When one is past, another care we have; Thus woe succeeds a woe, as wave a wave.
Art quickens nature; care will make a face; Neglected beauty perisheth apace.
And as this round (ring) is nowhere found to flaw, or else to sever. So let our love as endless prove and pure as gold forever.
Welcome, maids of honor, You doe bring In the spring, And wait upon her.
You say to me-wards your affection's strong;
Pray love me little, so you love me long.
Bid me to live, and I will live
Thy Protestant to be:
Or bid me love, and I will give
A loving heart to thee,
A heart as soft, a heart as kind,
A heart as sound and free
As in the whole world thou canst find,
That heart I'll give to thee.
Let's live with that small pittance which we have; Who covets more is evermore a slave.
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