Love is the tyrant of the heart; it darkens
  Reason, confounds discretion; deaf to counsel
  It runs a headlong course to desperate madness.
The Lover’s Melancholy, Act iii.  Sc. 3.  J. FORD.

  Ask not of me.  Love, what is love? 
  Ask what is good of God above;
  Ask of the great sun what is light;
  Ask what is darkness of the night;
  Ask sin of what may be forgiven;
  Ask what is happiness of heaven;
  Ask what is folly of the crowd;
  Ask what is fashion of the shroud;
  Ask what is sweetness of thy kiss;
  Ask of thyself what beauty is.
Festus, Sc.  Party and Entertainment.  P.J.  BAILEY.

All love is sweet,
Given or returned.  Common as light is love,
And its familiar voice wearies not ever.
Prometheus Unbound, Act ii.  Sc. 5.  P.B.  SHELLEY.

Love is a celestial harmony
Of likely hearts.
Hymn in Honor of Beauty.  E. SPENSER.

There’s beggary in the love that can be reckoned. Antony and Cleopatra, Act i.  Sc. 1.  SHAKESPEARE.

Like Dian’s kiss, unasked, unsought,
Love gives itself, but is not bought.
Endymion.  H.W.  LONGFELLOW.

  It is not virtue, wisdom, valor, 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.
Samson Agonistes.  MILTON.

Love sought is good, but given unsought is better. Twelfth Night, Act ii.  Sc. 5.  SHAKESPEARE.

Charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul. Rape of the Lock, Canto V.  A. POPE.

Why did she love him?  Curious fool!—­be still—­
Is human love the growth of human will?
Lara, Canto II.  LORD BYRON.

                            I know not why
  I love this youth; and I have heard you say,
  Love’s reason’s without reason.
Cymbeline, Act iv.  Sc. 2.  SHAKESPEARE.

Love goes toward love as school-boys from their books,
But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.
Romeo and Juliet, Act ii.  Sc. 2.  SHAKESPEARE.

Divine is Love and scorneth worldly pelf,
And can be bought with nothing but with self.
Love the Only Price of Love.  SIR W. RALEIGH.

  Love like a shadow flies when substance love pursues;
  Pursuing that that flies, and flying what pursues.
Merry Wives of Windsor, Act ii.  Sc. 2.  SHAKESPEARE.

    Love, whose month is ever May,
  Spied a blossom passing fair
  Playing in the wanton air: 
  Through the velvet leaves the wind,
  All unseen can passage find;
  That the lover, sick to death. 
  Wish himself the heaven’s breath.
Love’s Labor’s Lost, Act iv.  Sc. 3.  SHAKESPEARE.

  Affection is a coal that must be cooled;
  Else, suffered, it will set the heart on fire.
Venus and Adonis.  SHAKESPEARE.