
“O, then, what graces in my love do dwell, That he hath turn'd a heaven unto a hell!”
Source: A Midsummer Night's Dream
Source: Sonnet XXIII
Context: As an unperfect actor on the stage,
Who with his fear is put besides his part,
Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage,
Whose strength’s abundance weakens his own heart;
So I, for fear of trust, forget to say
The perfect ceremony of love’s right,
And in mine own love’s strength seem to decay,
O’ercharged with burthen of mine own love’s might.
O, let my books be then the eloquence
And dumb presagers of my speaking breast;
Who plead for love, and look for recompense,
More than that tongue that more hath more express’d.
O, learn to read what silent love hath writ:
To hear with eyes belongs to love’s fine wit.
“O, then, what graces in my love do dwell, That he hath turn'd a heaven unto a hell!”
Source: A Midsummer Night's Dream
A Death in the Desert (1864)
“The eyes those silent tongues of Love.”
Source: Don Quixote de la Mancha (1605–1615), Part I, Book II, Ch. 3.
“O but it is a fine thing to have a finger pointed at one, and to hear people say, "That's the man!"”
At pulchrum est digito monstrari et dicier "hic est".
Satire I, line 28.
The Satires
“What lovely things
Thy hand hath made.”
The Scribe.
“He knew what 's what, and that 's as high
As metaphysic wit can fly.”
Canto I, line 149
Source: Hudibras, Part I (1663–1664)
I Wanna Learn a Love Song
Song lyrics, Verities & Balderdash (1974)