Love’s Arms
Love’s arms are peace, ‘gainst rule, ‘gainst sense, ‘gainst shame,
And sweetens, in the suffering pangs it bears,
The aloes of all forces, shocks, and fears.
–A Lover’s Complaint

Love’s arms are peace, ‘gainst rule, ‘gainst sense, ‘gainst shame,
And sweetens, in the suffering pangs it bears,
The aloes of all forces, shocks, and fears.
–A Lover’s Complaint

O most potential love! vow, bond, nor space,
In thee hath neither sting, knot, nor confine,
For thou art all, and all things else are thine.
–A Lover’s Complaint

Love’s arms are peace, ‘gainst rule, ‘gainst sense, ‘gainst shame,
And sweetens, in the suffering pangs it bears,
The aloes of all forces, shocks, and fears.
–A Lover’s Complaint