love
Love's great artillery. — Richard Crashaw
Mighty Love's artillery. — Richard Crashaw
And I, what is my crime I cannot tell, Vnless it be a crime to haue lou'd too we — Richard Crashaw
Poor love is lost in men's capacious minds, In ours, it fills up all the room it — John Crowne
Give, you gods, Give to your boy, your Cæsar, The rattle of a globe to play with — John Dryden
How happy the lover, How easy his chain, How pleasing his pain, How sweet to dis — John Dryden
Fool, not to know that love endures no tie, And Jove but laughs at lovers' perju — John Dryden
Two souls in one, two hearts into one heart. — Guillaume de Salluste Du Bartas
I'm sitting on the stile. Mary, Where we sat side by side. — Lady Dufferin
Love, which is the essence of God, is not for levity, but for the total worth of — Ralph Waldo Emerson
Venus, when her son was lost, Cried him up and down the coast, In hamlets, palac — Ralph Waldo Emerson
Mais on revient toujours A ses premières amours. But one always returns to one's — Quoted by Étienne in Joconde