Quotes from John Dryden

But love's a malady without a cure.

And love's the noblest frailty of the mind.

For truth has such a face and such a mien, as to be loved needs only to be seen.

He loved me well: so well he could but die - To show he loved me better than his life; he lost it for me

Love thou the rose, yet leave it on its stem.

Love is love's reward.

Love works a different way in different minds, the fool it enlightens and the wise it blinds.