“For doting, not for loving, pupil mine.”
“Every new thought of mine is like my child. And as soon as it is conceived, I must abandon it. I might return to dote on it later, or I might try to strangle it or drown it with logic.”
“And yet I love this false, this worthless man,With all the passion that a woman can;Dote on his imperfections, though I spyNothing to love; I love, and know not why.”
“Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were but little happy, if I could say how much. Lady, as you are mine, I am yours: I give away myself foryou and dote upon the exchange.”
“She dreams of him that has forgot her love;You dote on her that cares not for your love.'Tis pity love should be so contrary;And thinking of it makes me cry 'alas!”
“I dote on his very absence.”