Be strong, live happy and love, but first of all Him whom to love is to obey, and keep His great command!
In naked beauty more adorn'd, More lovely than Pandora.
License they mean when they cry Liberty; For who loves that, must first be wise and good.
It is for homely features to keep home,- They had their name thence; coarse complexions And cheeks of sorry grain will serve to ply The sampler and to tease the huswife's wool. What need a vermeil-tinctur'd lip for that, Love-darting eyes, or tresses like the morn?
See golden days, fruitful of golden deeds, With joy and love triumphing.
Those graceful acts, those thousand decencies, that daily flow from all her words and actions, mixed with love and sweet compliance, which declare unfeigned union of mind, or in us both one soul.
Yet beauty, though injurious, hath strange power, After offence returning, to regain Love once possess'd.
With a smile that glow'd Celestial rosy red, love's proper hue.
Nor jealousy Was understood, the injur'd lover's hell.
Mutual love, the crown of all our bliss.
None can love freedom heartily but good men; the rest love not freedom, but license which never hath more scope than under tyrants
Nor love thy life, nor hate; but what thou liv'st, Live well, how long or short permit to heav'n
She fair, divinely fair, fit love for Gods.
Be strong, live happy, and love, but first of all Him whom to love is to obey
So dear I love him that with him all deaths I could endure, without him live no life.
Grace was in all her steps, Heav'n in her Eye, In every gesture dignity and love
Abash'd the Devil stood, And felt how awful goodness is, and saw Virtue in her shape how lovely
Yet beauty, though injurious, hath strange power, After offense returning, to regain Love once possess'd
Abashed the devil stood and felt how awful goodness is and saw Virtue in her shape how lovely: and pined his loss
These two imparadised in one another's arms, the happier Eden, shall enjoy their fill of bliss on bliss.
Biochemically, love is just like eating large amounts of chocolate.
Grace was in all her steps, heaven in her eye, in every gesture dignity and love.
The end of all learning is to know God, and out of that knowledge to love and imitate Him.
Mortals, that would follow me, / Love virtue, she alone is free, / She can teach ye how to climb / Higher than the sphery chime; / Or if virtue feeble were, / Heav'n itself would stoop to her.
The end of learning is to know God, and out of that knowledge to love Him and imitate Him.
Freely we serve / Because we freely love, as in our will / To love or not; in this we stand or fall.