And when once the young heart of a maiden is stolen,
The maiden herself will steal after it soon.
_Ill Omens_. T. MOORE.
And whispering, "I will ne'er consent,"--consented.
_Don Juan, Canto I_. LORD BYRON.
The fly that sips treacle is lost in the sweets.
_Beggar's Opera, Act ii. Sc. 2_. J. GAY.
There lives within the very flame of love
A kind of wick or snuff that will abate it.
_Hamlet, Act iv. Sc. 7_. SHAKESPEARE.
My only books
Were woman's looks,
And folly's all they've taught me.
_The time I've lost in wooing_. T. MOORE.
Then fly betimes, for only they
Conquer Love that run away.
_Conquest by Flight_. T. CAREW.