LOVE'S DANGERS.
And when once the young heart of a maiden is stolen,
The maiden herself will steal after it soon.
Ill Omens. T. MOORE.
And whispering, "I will ne'er consent,"—consented.
Don Juan, Canto I. LORD BYRON.
The fly that sips treacle is lost in the sweets.
Beggar's Opera, Act ii. Sc. 2. J. GAY.
There lives within the very flame of love
A kind of wick or snuff that will abate it.
Hamlet, Act iv. Sc. 7. SHAKESPEARE.
My only books
Were woman's looks,
And folly's all they've taught me.
The time I've lost in wooing. T. MOORE.
Then fly betimes, for only they
Conquer Love that run away.
Conquest by Flight. T. CAREW.