No, not Jove Himselfe, at one time, can be wise and love.
I do love I know not what; Sometimes this, and sometimes that.
Love is a circle that doth restless move in the same sweet eternity of love.
When words we want, love teacheth to indite; And what we blush to speak, she bids us write.
Thou art my life, my love, my heart, The very eyes of me: And hast command of every part To live and die for thee.
Buying, possessing, accumulating--this is not worldliness. But doing this in the love of it, with no love of God paramount--doing it so that thoughts of eternity and God are an intrusion--doing it so that one's spirit is secularized in the process; this is worldliness.
Love is maintain'd by wealth: when all is spent, Adversity then breeds the discontent.
Those Saints, which God loves best, The Devil tempts not least.
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.
What is a kiss? Why this, as some approve: The sure, sweet cement, glue, and lime of love
Bid me to love, and I will give a loving heart to thee.
You say to me - wards your affection's strong; Pray love me little, so you love me long