Who love too much hate in the like extreme.
The Odyssey. HOMER. Trans. of POPE.
These two hated with a hate
Found only on the stage.
Don Juan, Canto IV. LORD BYRON.
Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned,
Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.
The Mourning Bride, Act iii. Sc. 8. W. CONGREVE.
HEART.
Oh, the heart is a free and a fetterless thing,—
A wave of the ocean, a bird on the wing.
The Captive Greek Girl. J. PARDOE.
His heart was one of those which most enamor us,
Wax to receive, and marble to retain.
Beppo. LORD BYRON.
There is an evening twilight of the heart,
When its wild passion-waves are lulled to rest.
Twilight. F-G. HALLECK.
Worse than a bloody hand is a bloody heart.
The Cenci, Act v. Sc. 2. P.B. SHELLEY.
Who, for the poor renown of being smart,
Would leave a sting within a brother's heart?
Love of Fame, Satire II. DR. E. YOUNG.
Nor peace nor ease the heart can know,
Which, like the needle true,
Turns at the touch of joy or woe,
But, turning, trembles too.
A Prayer for Indifference. MRS. F.M. GREVILLE.