John Lyly - Love Quotes

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Cupid and my Campaspe play'd
At cards for kisses—Cupid paid:
He stakes his quiver, bow, and arrows,
His mother's doves, and team of sparrows;
Loses them too; then down he throws
The coral of his lips, the rose
Growing on 's cheek (but none knows how);
With these, the crystal of his brow,
And then the dimple of his chin:
All these did my Campaspe win.
At last he set her both his eyes—
She won, and Cupid blind did rise.
O Love! has she done this for thee?
What shall, alas! become of me?

John Lyly
As the best wine doth make the sharpest vinegar, so the deepest love turneth to the deadliest hate.

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When adversities flow, then love ebbs; but friendship standeth stiffly in storms.

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A heat full of coldness, a sweet full of bitterness, a pain full of pleasantness, which maketh thoughts have eyes and hearts ears, bred by desire, nursed by delight, weaned by jealousy, kill'd by dissembling, buried by ingratitude, and this is love.

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He reckoneth without his Hostesse. Love knoweth no lawes.

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The measure of love is to have no mean, the end to be everlasting.

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An Englishman hath three qualities, he can suffer no partner in his love, no stranger to be his friend, nor to be dared by any.

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It is the eye of the master that fatteth the horse, and the love of the woman that maketh the man.

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To love women and never enjoy them, is as much to love wine and never taste it.

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