It is engendered in the eyes, Let us all ring Fancy's knell, I'll begin it,-Ding, dong, bell. Ding, dong, bell. William Shakespeare. VI. LE PUITS D'AMOUR. WHENCE is this fountain that floweth Blest be the warm wind that bloweth I give, nor weary of giving From the fountain; and still the more I give of the waters living, Fuller they flow than before! I give as to me it is given, And my sorrow is changed to mirth, For I think in the hills of heaven That fountain must have its birth. VII. Elizabeth D. Bullock. A WELL OF LOVE. BETTER to sit at the waters' birth, Be thy heart a well of love, my child, For a cistern of love, though undefiled, George MacDonald. VIII. LOVE THE RANGER. How delicious is the winning Yet remember, 'midst your wooing, Love he comes, and Love he tarries, Longest stays, when sorest chidden; Bind the sea to slumber stilly, Bind the aspen ne'er to quiver, Then bind Love to last for ever. Love's a fire that needs renewal Of fresh beauty for its fuel: Love's wing moults when caged and captured; Only free, he soars enraptured. Can you keep the bee from ranging, Thomas Campbell. IX. WHAT LOVE HAS done. HEAR, ye ladies that despise, What the mighty Love has done; Fair Calisto was a nun; Leda, sailing on the stream Danae, in a brazen tower, Where no love was, loved a shower. Hear, ye ladies that are coy, What the mighty Love can do; Fear the fierceness of the boy: The chaste moon he makes to woo; Vesta, kindling holy fires, Circled round about with spies, Ilion, in a short hour, higher Beaumont and Fletcher. X. TRUE LOVE AN EVER-FIXED MARK. LET me not to the marriage of true minds Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove. |