This chapter is called "Goodbye Love Quotes" and they are the stories of love gone awry. The road to love is seldom smooth. And when the game is played, sometimes it ends with what these days is called the "kiss-off."
"Sir Carpet Knight, who canst not fight,
Thy gallantries are not for me;
The man whom I with love requite
Must sing in a more martial key."
[Ed's note: so much for the gentler sex!]
Love is always near neighbor to anger.
[Ed's note: there is always one person who can turn your mood on a dime - s/he knows your "buttons."]
The hour of gladness
Is dead and gone;
In silent sadness
I live alone!
The hope I cherished
All lifeless lies,
And all has perished
Save love, which never dies!
"He did not love me, but he would have loved me in time. I am an acquired taste - only the educated palate can appreciate me. I was educating his palate when he left me. Well, he is dead, and where shall I find another? It takes years to train a man to love me. Am I to go through the weary round again, and, at the same time, implore mercy for you who robbed me of my prey - I mean my pupil - just as his education was on the point of completion? Oh, where shall I find another?"
[Ed's note: Hope you caught that delicious Freudian slip.]
"Katisha, for years I have loved you with a white-hot passion that is slowly but surely consuming my very vitals! Ah, shrink not from me! If there is aught of woman's mercy in your heart, turn not away from a love-sick suppliant whose every fibre thrills at your tiniest touch! True it is that, under a poor mask of disgust, I have endeavoured to conceal a passion whose inner fires are broiling the soul within me! But the fire will not be smothered - it defies all attempts at extinction, and, breaking forth, all the more eagerly for its long restraint, it declares itself in words that will not be weighed - that cannot be schooled - that should not be too severely criticised. Katisha, I dare not hope for your love - but I will not live without it!"
[Ed's note: this young man needs to get a hobby. He seems to have a knack for florid descriptions, maybe he could do quotations for greeting card goodbye kiss-offs?.]
On a tree by a river a little tom-tit
Sang "Willow, titwillow, titwillow!"
And I said to him, "Dicky-bird, why do you sit
Singing Willow, titwillow, titwillow'?"
"Is it weakness of intellect, birdie?" I cried,
"Or a rather tough worm in your little inside?"
With a shake of his poor little head, he replied,
"Oh, willow, titwillow, titwillow!"
He slapped at his chest, as he sat on that bough,
Singing "Willow, titwillow, titwillow!"
And a cold perspiration bespangled his brow,
Oh, willow, titwillow, titwillow!
He sobbed and he sighed, and a gurgle he gave,
Then he plunged himself into the billowy wave,
And an echo arose from the suicide's grave -
"Oh, willow, titwillow, titwillow!"
Now I feel just as sure as I'm sure that my name
Isn't Willow, titwillow, titwillow,
That 'twas blighted affection that made him exclaim
"Oh, willow, titwillow, titwillow!"
And if you remain callous and obdurate, I
Shall perish as he did, and you will know why,
Though I probably shall not exclaim as I die,
"Oh, willow, titwillow, titwillow!""
[Ed's note: If all else fails, lay a guilt trip on the departing love.]
"Master, master, do not leave me!
Hear me, ere you go!
My love without reflecting,
Oh, do not be rejecting!
Take a maiden tender, her affection raw and green,
At very highest rating,
Has been accumulating
Summers seventeen, summers seventeen.
Don't, beloved master,
Crush me with disaster.
What is such a dower to the dower I have here?
My love unabating
Has been accumulating
Forty-seven year - forty-seven year!
[Ed's note: Some of these goodbye love quotes are a tad over the top, perhaps?]
