love
No cord nor cable can so forcibly draw, or hold so fast, as love can do with a t — Robert Burton
Love is a boy by poets styl'd: Then spare the rod and spoil the child. — Samuel Butler
What mad lover ever dy'd, To gain a soft and gentle bride? Or for a lady tender- — Samuel Butler
Oh Love! young Love! bound in thy rosy band, Let sage or cynic prattle as he wil — Lord Byron
The cold in clime are cold in blood, Their love can scarce deserve the name. — Lord Byron
Yes, Love indeed is light from heaven; A spark of that immortal fire With angels — Lord Byron
Why did she love him? Curious fool!—be still— Is human love the growth of human — Lord Byron
And to his eye There was but one beloved face on earth, And that was shining on — Lord Byron
She knew she was by him beloved,—she knew For quickly comes such knowledge, that — Lord Byron
Who loves, raves—'tis youth's frenzy—but the cure Is bitterer still. — Lord Byron
O! that the Desert were my dwelling place, With one fair Spirit for my minister, — Lord Byron
Alas! the love of women! it is known To be a lovely and a fearful thing. — Lord Byron