
When love’s well-timed ’tis not a fault to love;
The strong, the brave, the virtuous, and the wise,
Sink in the soft captivity together.
Addison—Cato. Act III. Sc. 1.
When love once pleads admission to our hearts,
(In spite of all the virtue we can boast),
The woman that deliberates is lost.
Addison—Cato. Act IV. Sc. 1.
Mysterious love, uncertain treasure,
Hast thou more of pain or pleasure!
Endless torments dwell about thee:
Yet who would live, and live without thee!
Addison—Rosamond. Act III. Sc. 2.
Che amar chi t’odia, ell’è impossibil cosa.
For ’tis impossible
Hate to return with love.
Alfieri—Polinice. II. 4.
Somewhere there waiteth in this world of ours
For one lone soul another lonely soul,
Each choosing each through all the weary hours,
And meeting strangely at one sudden goal,
Then blend they, like green leaves with golden flowers,
Into one beautiful and perfect whole;
And life’s long night is ended, and the way
Lies open onward to eternal day.
Edwin Arnold—Somewhere There Waiteth.