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Thomas Lodge on Christmas

1550–1625 England

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7 quotes

Love lurks as soon about a sheepcote as a palace.

Rosalynde: Euphues' Golden Legacy (1590)

Love in my bosom like a bee
Doth suck his sweet.

Rosalynde: Euphues' Golden Legacy (1590)

He will not eat his dinner before he hath looked in his almanack, nor pare his nails while Monday, to be fortunate in his love.

Wit's Misery (1596)

Love guards the roses of thy lips
And flies about them like a bee.

Phyllis (1593)

Her necke like to a stately towre,
Where Love himselfe imprisoned lies.

Rosalynde (1590)

Her neck is like a stately tower,
Where Love himself imprison'd lies.

Rosalynde: Euphues' Golden Legacy (1590)

Your nose bewrays what porridge you love.

Rosalynde: Euphues' Golden Legacy (1590)

Attribution

Quotes and notes from Wikiquote: Thomas Lodge (page history), available under CC BY-SA 4.0.