Great Throughts Treasury

"A generous action is its own reward."

"How much are they deceived who vainly strive, by jealous fears, to keep our flames alive? Love's like a torch, which if secured from blasts, will faintlier burn; but then it longer lasts. Exposed to storms of jealousy and doubt, the blaze grows greater, but 'tis sooner out."

"Of all the torments, all the cares, with which our lives are curst; of all the plagues a lover bears, Sure rivals are the worst! By partners in each other kind afflictions easier grow; In love alone we hate to find companions of our woe. Sylvia, for all the pangs you see are laboring in my breast, I beg not you would favor me, would you but slight the rest! How great soe'er your rigors are, with them alone I'll cope; I can endure my own despair, b But not another's hope."