C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.
Constancy is a saint without a worshiper.
Constancy is the complement of all the other human virtues.
Constancy is the chimera of love.
Were man but constant, he were perfect.
The lasting and crowning privilege of friendship is constancy.
Tis often constancy to change the mind.
Without constancy, there is neither love, friendship, nor virtue in the world.
True constancy no time no power can move; He that hath known to change, neer knew to love.
The constancy of the wise is only the art of keeping disquietude to ones self.
I am constant as the northern star, of whose true-fixed and resting quality there is no fellow in the firmament.
A good man it is not mine to see; could I see a man possessed of constancy, that would satisfy me.
The mountain rill
Seeks with no surer flow the far bright sea, Than my unchangd affections flow to thee.
Now from head to foot
I am marble-constant: now the fleeting moon Ho planet is of mine.
Sooner shall this blue ocean melt to air,
Sooner shall earth resolve itself to sea,
Than I resign thine image, Oh my fair! Or think of anything, excepting thee.
The love that is kept in the beauty of trust,
Cannot pass like the foam from the seas,
Or a mark that the finger hath tracd in the dust, Where t is swept by the breath of the breeze.
There are two kinds of constancy in love, one arising from incessantly finding in the loved one fresh objects to love, the other from regarding it as a point of honor to be constant.
Out upon it! I have lovd
Three whole days together;
And am like to love three more, If it prove fair weather.
Sir John Suckling.
Changeless march the stars above,
Changeless morn succeeds to even;
And the everlasting hills Changeless watch the changeless heaven.
I have won
Thy heart, my gentle girl! but it hath been
When that soft eye was on me; and the love
I told beneath the evening influence, Shall be as constant as its gentle star.
Oh, the heart, that has truly loved, never forgets,
But as truly loves on to the close,
As the sun-flower turns on her god, when he sets, The same look which she turnd when he rose.
There is nothing but death
Our affections can sever,
And till lifes latest breath Love shall bind us for ever.
Then come the wild weather, come sleet or come snow,
We will stand by each other, however it blow.
Oppression, and sickness, and sorrow, and pain Shall be to our true love as links to the chain.
Tell him I love him yet,
As in that joyous time;
Tell him I neer forget, Though memory now be crime.
Though youth be past, and beauty fled,
The constant heart its pledge redeems,
Like box, that guards the flowerless bed And brighter from the contrast seems.
Whatever is genuine in social relations endures, despite of time, error, absence, and destiny; and that which has no inherent vitality had better die at once. A great poet has truly declared that constancy is no virtue, but a fact.
First shall the heavens bright lamp forget to shine,
The stars shall from the azurd sky decline:
First shall the orient with the west shake hand,
The centre of the world shall cease to stand:
First wolves shall league with lambs, the dolphins fly,
The lawyer and physician fees deny;
The Thames with Tagus shall exchange her bed,
My mistress locks with mine shall first turn red;
First heavn shall lie below, and hell above, Ere I inconstant to my Delia prove.