Love poems

Ben Jonson

Her Triumph

See the chariot at hand here of Love,
    Wherein my lady rideth!
Each that draws is a swan or a dove,
    And well the car Love guideth.
As she goes, all hearts do duty
      Unto her beauty;
And enamour'd, do wish, so they might
      But enjoy such a sight,
That they still were to run by her side,
Through swords, through seas, whither she would ride.

Do but look on her eyes, they do light
    All that Love's world compriseth!
Do but look on her hair, it is bright
    As Love's star when it riseth!
Do but mark, her forehead's smoother
      Than words that soothe her;
And from her arched brows, such a grace
      Sheds itself through the face
As alone there triumphs to the life
All the gain, all the good, of the elements' strife.

Have you seen but a bright lily grow,
    Before rude hands have touch'd it?
Ha' you mark'd but the fall o' the snow
    Before the soil hath smutch'd it?
Ha' you felt the wool o' the beaver?
      Or swan's down ever?
Or have smelt o' the bud o' the briar?
      Or the nard in the fire?
Or have tasted the bag of the bee?
Oh so white! Oh so soft! Oh so sweet is she!

Citate de dragoste

• 'What lies behind us, and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us.'
  ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson
• 'A successful marriage requires falling in love many times, always with the same person.'
  ~ Mignon McLaughlin
• 'Other men said they have seen angels,
  But I have seen thee
  And thou art enough.'
  ~ G. Moore