John Lyly Love Quotations

As the best wine doth make the sharpest vinegar, so the deepest love turneth to the deadliest hate.

Cupid and my Campaspe play'd At cards for kisses; Cupid paid; He stakes his quiver, bow and arrows, His mother's doves, and team of sparrows; Loses them too; then down he throws The coral of his lip,--the rose Growing on 's cheek (but none knows how) With these, the crystal on his brow, And then the dimple of his chin; All these did my campaspe win. At last he set her both his eyes, She won, and Cupid blind did rise. O Love! hath she done this to thee? What shall, alas! become of me?

If love be a god, why should not lovers be virtuous?

An Englishman hath three qualities, he can suffer no partner in his love, no stranger to be his friend, nor to be dared by any.

Love knoweth no laws.

The measure of love is to have no mean, the end to be everlasting.