Queen Guenever, for whom I make here a little mention, that while she lived she was a true lover, and therefore she had a good end....LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Not a flower, not a flower sweet On my black coffin let there be strewn.... Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown. A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I am speaking now of the highest duty we owe our friends, the noblest, the most sacred--that of keeping their own nobleness, goodn...ess, pure and incorrupt.... If we let our friend become cold and selfish and exacting without a remonstrance, we are no true lover, no true friend.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
When my lover came to bed, the knot came untied... all by itself. My dress, held up by the strings of a loosened belt, barely stayed on my hips. Friend, that's as much as I know now. When he touched my body, I couldn't at all remember who he was, who I was, or how It was.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
One who has not only the four S's, which are required in every good lover, but even the whole alphabet; as for example ... Agreeab...le, Bountiful, Constant, Dutiful, Easy, Faithful, Gallant, Honourable, Ingenious, Kind, Loyal, Mild, Noble, Officious, Prudent, Quiet, Rich, Secret, True, Valiant, Wise; the X indeed, is too harsh a letter to agree with him, but he is Young and Zealous.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Hail wedded love, mysterious law, true source Of human offspring, sole propriety,... In paradise of all things common else. By thee adulterous lust was driven from men Among the bestial herds to range, by thee Founded in reason, loyal, just, and pure, Relations dear, and all the charities Of father, son, and brother first were known. Far be it, that I should write thee sin or blame, Of think thee unbefitting holiest place, Perpetual fountain of domestic sweets, Whose bed is undefiled and chaste pronounced, Present, or past, as saints and patriarchs used. Here love his golden shafts employs, here lights His constant lamp, and waves his purple wings, Reigns here and revels; not in the bought smile Of harlots, loveless, joyless, unendeared, Casual fruition, nor in court amours Mixed dance, or wanton mask, or midnight ball, Or serenade, which the starved lover sings To his proud fair, best quitted with disdain. These lulled by Nightingales embracing slept, And on their naked limbs the flowery roof Showered roses, which the morn repaired. Sleep on, Blest pair; and O yet happiest if ye seek No happier state, and know to know no more.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Bottom. What is Pyramus? A lover or a tyrant? Quince. A lover that kills himself, most gallant, for love.... Bottom. That will ask some tears in the true performing of it. If I do it, let the audience look to their eyes.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
King René of Anjou [(1409-80)] ... was a strange compound of amiable, great and trifling qualities. He was so excellent a soverei...gn as to acquire the surnom of the Good. He was brave in war, delighted in tournaments and wrote on them, instituted festivals and processions, partly religious and partly burlesque, was a fond husband, a romantic lover, a good painter for that age, and a true philosopher.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »