Richard Lovelace

To Amarantha, That She Would Dishevel Her Hair

    Amarantha sweet and fair
Ah braid no more that shining hair!
    As my curious hand or eye
Hovering round thee let it fly.

    Let it fly as unconfin'd
As its calm ravisher, the wind,
    Who hath left his darling th'East,
To wanton o'er that spicy nest.

    Ev'ry tress must be confest
But neatly tangled at the best;
    Like a clue of golden thread,
Most excellently ravelled.

    Do not then wind up that light
In ribands, and o'er-cloud in night;
    Like the sun in's early ray,
But shake your head and scatter day.
 
    See 'tis broke! Within this grove
The bower, and the walks of love,
    Weary lie we down and rest,
And fan each other's panting breast.

    Here we'll strip and cool our fire
In cream below, in milk-baths higher:
    And when all wells are drawn dry,
I'll drink a tear out of thine eye,

    Which our very joys shall leave
That sorrows thus we can deceive;
    Or our very sorrows weep,
That joys so ripe, so little keep.

Love, romance and relationship quotes for your soul

• 'A fastidious person in the throes of love is a rich source of mirth.'
  ~ Martha Duffy
• 'Life without love is like a tree
  Without blossom and fruit.'
  ~ Kahlil Gibran
• 'It is impossible to repent of love. The sin of love does not exist.'
  ~ Muriel Spark