AMANTIUM IRAE

The souls of women are so small

That some believe they have none at all;
Or, if they have, like cripples, still
They've but one faculty, the will;

The other two are quite laid by
To make up one great tyranny:

And though their passion have most power
They are, like Turks, but slaves the more
To th' absolute will, that with a breath,
Has sovran power of life and death,
And, as its little interests move,
Could turn 'em all to hate or love,
For nothing in a moment turn
To frantic love, disdain, and scorn;
And make that love degenerate
To as great extremity of hate;
And hate again and scorn and piques
To flames and raptures and love tricks.

How stubbornly this fellow answered me!
There is a vile dishonest trick in man,
More than in women: all the men I meet
Appear thus to me, are harsh and rude,
And have a subtilty in everything,

Which love could never know; but we fond women
Harbour the easiest and smoothest thoughts

And think all shall go so; it is unjust

That men and women should be matched together.

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"Never love unless you can

NEVER love unless you can

Bear with all the faults of man:
Men sometimes will jealous be
Though but little cause they see;

And hang the head, as discontent,
And speak what straight they will repent.

Men that but one saint adore,

Make a show of love to more :
Beauty must be scorned in none,

Though but truly served in one:

For what is courtship, but disguise?
True hearts may have dissembling eyes.

Men when their affairs require,
Must awhile themselves retire:
Sometimes hunt, and sometimes hawk,
And not ever sit and talk.

If these, and such like you can bear,
Then like, and love, and never fear.

THOMAS CAMPION.

'Let me not to the marriage of true minds

LET me not to the marriage of true minds

Admit impediments. Love is not love

Which alters when it alteration finds,

Or bends with the remover to remove :

O, no! it is an ever-fixèd mark,

That looks on tempests and is never shaken;

It is the star to every wandering bark,

Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come;

Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,

But bears it out even to the edge of doom.

If this be error and upon me proved,

I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE.

"Ah, be not false'

AH,

H, be not false, sweet Splendour!
Be true, be good;

Be wise as thou art tender ;

Be all that Beauty should.

Not lightly be thy citadel subdued;
Not ignobly, not untimely.
Take praise in solemn mood;
Take love sublimely.

RICHARD WATSON GILDer.

AMANTIUM IRAE

The Hill

BREATHLESS, we flung us on the windy hill,

Laughed in the sun, and kissed the lovely grass. You said, 'Through glory and ecstasy we pass; Wind, sun, and earth remain, the birds sing still, When we are old, are old . . .' ' And when we die All's over that is ours; and life burns on Through other lovers, other lips,' said I,

...

'Heart of my heart, our heaven is now, is won!'

'We are Earth's best, that learnt her lesson here.

Life is our cry.

We have kept the faith!' we said;

'We shall go down with unreluctant tread Rose-crowned into the darkness!'. . . Proud we were, And laughed, that had such brave true things to say. -And then you suddenly cried, and turned away.

I

RUPERT BRooke.

"Justine, you love me not'

'Helas! vous ne m'aimez pas.'-PIRON

KNOW, Justine, you speak me fair
As often as we meet;

And 'tis a luxury, I swear,

To hear a voice so sweet;

And yet it does not please me quite,
The civil way you've got;

For me you're something too polite-
love me not!

Justine, you