John Lyly Quotes

Yield, ladies, yield to love, ladies, which lurketh under your eyelids whilst you sleep and playeth with your heartstrings whilst you wake, whose sweetness never breedeth satiety, labour weariness, nor grief bitterness.

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

A heat full of coldness, a sweet full of bitterness, a pain full of pleasantness, which maketh thoughts have eyes and hearts ears, bred by desire, nursed by delight, weaned by jealousy, killed by dissembling, buried by ingratitude, and this is love. Fair lady, will you any?

How at heaven’s gates she claps her wings, The morn not waking till she sings.

What bird so sings, yet so does wail? O ’tis the ravished nightingale. Jug, jug, jug, jug, tereu, she cries, And still her woes at midnight rise.

Be valiant, but not too venturous. Let thy attire be comely, but not costly.