Our life contains a thousand springs,
    And dies if one be gone. 
  Strange! that a harp of thousand strings
    Should keep in tune so long.
Hymns and Spiritual Songs.  DR. I. WATTS.

LOSS.

                    For it so falls out
  That what we have we prize not to the worth,
  Whiles we enjoy it, but being lacked and lost,
  Why, then we rack the value, then we find
  The virtue that possession would not show us
  Whiles it was ours.
Much Ado about Nothing, Act iv.  Sc. 1.  SHAKESPEARE.

But over all things brooding slept
The quiet sense of something lost.
In Memoriam, LXXVIII.  A. TENNYSON.

                  Praising what is lost
  Makes the remembrance dear.
All’s Well that Ends Well, Act v.  Sc. 3.  SHAKESPEARE.

Though lost to sight, to memory dear
Thou ever wilt remain;
One only hope my heart can cheer,
The hope to meet again.
Song:  Though Lost to Sight.  G. LINLEY.

You take my house when you do take the prop
That doth sustain my house; you take my life
When you do take the means whereby I live.
Merchant of Venice, Act iv.  Sc. 1.  SHAKESPEARE.

  The loss of wealth is loss of dirt,
  As sages in all times assert;
  The happy man’s without a shirt.
Be Merry, Friends.  J. HEYWOOD.

    For ’tis a truth well known to most,
  That whatsoever thing is lost. 
  We seek it, ere it come to light,
  In every cranny but the right.
The Retired Cat.  W. COWPER.

  Wise men ne’er sit and wail their loss. 
  But cheerly seek how to redress their harms.
King Henry VI., Pt.  III.  Act v.  Sc. 4.  SHAKESPEARE.

LOVE.

  What thing is love?—­for (well I wot) love is a thing
  It is a prick, it is a sting,
  It is a pretty, pretty thing;
  It is a fire, it is a coal,
  Whose flame creeps in at every hole!
The Hunting of Cupid.  G. PEELE.

O, love, love, love! 
Love is like a dizziness;
It winna let a poor body
Gang about his biziness!
Love is Like a Dizziness.  J. HOGG.

With a smile that glowed
Celestial rosy red; love’s proper hue.
Paradise Lost, Bk.  VIII.  MILTON.

Love, like death,
Levels all ranks, and lays the shepherd’s crook
Beside the sceptre.
Lady of Lyons.  E. BULWER-LYTTON.

Didst thou but know the inly touch of love,
Thou wouldst as soon go kindle fire with snow,
As seek to quench the fire of love with words.
Two Gentlemen of Verona, Act ii.  Sc. 7.  SHAKESPEARE.

There’s a bliss beyond all that the minstrel has told,
When two, that are linked in one heavenly tie. 
With heart never changing, and brow never cold. 
Love on through all ills, and love on till they die! 
One hour of a passion so sacred is worth
Whole ages of heartless and wandering bliss;
And O, if there be an Elysium on earth,
It is this, it is this.
Lalla Rookh:  Light of the Harem.  T. MOORE.