Do good by stealth, and blush to find it fame.
Alexander PopeRead
No, make me mistress to the man I love; If there be yet another name more free More fond than mistress, make me that to thee!
Interpretation
The speaker desires a deep, unconditional relationship with the one they love, beyond societal labels.
In this quote, the speaker expresses a longing for an intimate bond with their beloved that transcends conventional titles or roles. The plea to be made a 'mistress' or given an even 'more fond' name signifies a desire for freedom and emotional connection in their relationship, highlighting the complexity and depth of romantic love.
In practice
This quote could be used in a romantic letter to express deep feelings for a partner.
Do good by stealth, and blush to find it fame.
What dire offence from am'rous causes springs, What mighty contests rise from trivial things.
Fair tresses man's imperial race ensnare; And beauty draws us with a single hair.
An honest man's the noblest work of God.
One thought of thee puts all the pomp to flight;_x000D_ _x000D_ Priests, tapers, temples, swim before my sight.
Who breaks a butterfly on a wheel?
Lie still, lie still, my breaking heart; My silent heart, lie still and break: Life, and the world, and mine own self, are changed For a dream's sake.
Six foot six he stood on the ground He weighed two hundred and thirty-five pounds But I saw that giant of a man brought down To his knees by love
Love, it turns out, is as undemocratic as money, so it accumulates around people who have plenty of it already: the sane, the healthy, the lovable.
Love will find a way through paths where wolves fear to prey.
During my incarceration Mother visited me. She had in some way managed to leave the workhouse and was making an effort to establish a home for us. Her presence was like a bouquet of flowers; she looked so fresh and lovely that I felt ashamed of my unkempt appearance and my shaved iodined head.'You must excuse his dirty face,' said the nurse.Mother laughed, and how well I remember her endearing words as she hugged and kissed me: 'With all thy dirt I love thee still.
Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.
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