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Philip James Bailey on Love

1816–1902 England

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9 quotes

Poets are all who love, who feel great truths,
And tell them; and the truth of truths is love.

Festus (1839)

Love spends his all, and still hath store.

Festus (1813)

The sweetest joy, the wildest woe is love.

Festus (1813)

Could I love less, I should be happier now.

Festus (1813)

I cannot love as I have loved,
And yet I know not why;
It is the one great woe of life
To feel all feeling die.

Festus (1813)

I have a heart with room for every joy.

Festus (1813)

My favoured temple is an humble heart.

Festus (1813)

Respect is what we owe; love what we give.

Festus (1839)

Ask not of me, love, what is love?
Ask what is good of God above;
Ask of the great sun what is light;
Ask what is darkness of the night;
Ask sin of what may be forgiven;
Ask what is happiness of heaven;
Ask what is folly of the crowd;
Ask what is fashion of the shroud;
Ask what is sweetness of thy kiss;
Ask of thyself what beauty is.

Festus (1813)

Attribution

Quotes and notes from Wikiquote: Philip James Bailey (page history), available under CC BY-SA 4.0.