One Hundred Ways to Say, I Love You

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,Beloved, in the noisy city here
The thought of thee can make all turmoil cease
...Around my spirit

,James Russell Lowell
1819-91

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I worshipped the magnificence and the love of the God of Nature, and I thought of you; these two sensation always arise in my heart in the quiet of a rural landscape, and I have often considered it a proof of the purity and the reality of my affection for you, that it always feels most powerful in my religious moments

,Leigh Hunt, essayist
,to his future wife
,Marianne Kent
1806

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I love thee for the fickleness
;And great inconstancy
,For hadst thou been a constant lass
.Then thou hadst ne'er loved me

,Anonymous
17th Century Poet

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I have many reasons to make me love thee whereof I will name two; first because thou lovest God, and secondly because that thou lovest me. If these were wanting, all the rest would be eclipsed

,Margaret Winthrop to John Winthrop
;American puritan leader
1627

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,I love not for those eyes, nor hair
,Nor cheeks, nor lips, nor teeth so rare
,Nor for thy speech, thy neck, nor breast
,Nor for thy belly, nor the rest
:Nor for thy hand, nor foot so small
.But, wouldst thou know, dear sweet, for all

,Thomas Carew
1595-1639

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Thou art beautiful, O my love... Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me; thy hair ia a flock of goats that appear from Gilead. Thy teeth are as a flock of sheep which go up from the washing, whereof every one beareth twins, and there is not one barren among them

,The Song of Soloman
Holy Bible

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Why do i love? Go, ask the glorious sun
...Why every day it round the world doth run
:There is no reasonfor our love and hate
.Tis irresistible, as death or fate'

,Ephelia
seventeenth century

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Ask me no reason why I love you ... You are not young, no mare am I; go to then, there's sympathy; you are merry, so am I; ha! ha! then, there's more sympathy; you love sack and so do I; would you desire better sympathy

,Sir John Falstaff to Mistress Anne Page
,The Merry Wives of Windsor
,by William Shakespeare
1597

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.Places that are empty of you are empty of all life

,Dante Gabriel Rossetti, poet
to Jane Morris
1870

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,When thy soft accents
,through mine ear
,Into my soul do fly
What angel would not quit his sphere
?To hear such harmony

,Thomas Stanley
1625-78