Love in your hearts as idly burns
As fire in antique Roman urns.
Hudibras, Pt. II. Canto I. S. BUTLER.
LOVE'S DELIGHT.
All the heart was full of feeling: love had ripened into speech,
Like the sap that turns to nectar, in the velvet of the peach.
Adonais. W.W. HARNEY.
O'er her warm cheek, and rising bosom, move
The bloom of young Desire and purple light of Love.
Progress of Poesy, L 3. T. GRAY.
Still amorous, and fond, and billing.
Like Philip and Mary on a shilling.
Hudibras, Pt. III. Canto I. S. BUTLER.
Then awake!—the heavens look bright, my dear!
'Tis never too late for delight, my dear!
And the best of all ways
To lengthen our days,
Is to steal a few hours from the night, my dear!
Young May Moon. T. MOORE.
Lovers' hours are long, though seeming short.
Venus and Adonis. SHAKESPEARE.
And, touched by her fair tendance, gladlier grew.
Paradise Lost, Bk. VIII. MILTON.
Why, she would hang on him,
As if increase of appetite had grown
By what it fed on.
Hamlet, Act i. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE.
Imparadised in one another's arms.
Paradise Lost, Bk. IV. MILTON.