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A Wife's Love
If ever two were one, then surely we,
If ever man were loved by wife, then thee;
If ever wife was happy in a man,
compare with me, ye women, if you can.
I prize thy love more than whole mines of gold
Or all the riches that the East doth hold.
My love is such that rivers cannot quench,
Nor aught but love from thee give recompense.
The love is such I can no way repay;
The heavens reward thee manifold, I pray,
Then while we live, in love let's so persevere,
Then when we live no more we may live ever.
-Anne Bradstreet
A Love Sonnet
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the end of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as men turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, - I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! - and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
-Elizabeth Barrett-Browning
A Love Potion
Combined with the warmth of spirits such as Armagnac
and Madeira, this Renaissance drink, Sabayon, is an
effective love potion when served hot or cold. Raw
egg yolks are full of protein and minerals - energy-
giving foods beloved as aphrodisiacs by both the French
and the Arabs - while honey is known for its invigorating
qualities the world over. The French, it should be noted,
take this potion while it is still hot.
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Ingredients
Three raw egg yolks
Three tablespoons of honey
Three tablespoons of Madeira
One tablespoon of Armagnac
One dessertspoon of brown sugar
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Mix the ingredients in a bowl over a pan of hot water
and beat until frothy. Drink straight away, and await
the inspiring effects to come.... |
The Lightest Love
Fair Iris I love, and hourly I die,
But not for a lip nor a languishing eye:
She's fickle and false, and there we agree,
But I am as false and as fickle as she;
We neither believe what either can say,
And, neither believing, we neither betray.
'Tis civil to swear and say things, of course;
We mean not the taking for better for worse;
When present, we love; when absent, agree:
I think not of Iris, nor Iris of me.
The legend of love no couple can find
So easy to part, or so equally joined.
-Mercury's Song
John Dryden
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