All for Love - Part II [04]

In all the woes that curse our race There is a lady in the case. (W S Gilbert, ‘Fallen Fairies’) When a man is really in love he can’t help looking like a sheep. (Agatha Christie, The Mystery of the Blue Train) His eyes were rolling in their sockets, and his face had to taken on the color and expression of a devout tomato. I could see that he loved her like a thousand bricks. (P G Woodhouse, Joy in the Morning) I am in love and I want to grow pale; I am in love and I want to suffer; I am in love, and I give away my genius in exchange for a kiss. (Alfred de Musset, La Nuit d’Aout) What kind of business is this? The bed is hard and the covers Will not stay in their place; I trash and toss, and I turn All the long night through, till my bones at utterly weary. What’s the matter with me? Am I the victim of love? (Ovid) Love has unbound my limbs and set me shaking, A monster bitter sweet and my unmaking. (Sappho)