amorous (adj.)
- amative
- amatory
- aphrodisiac
- ardent
- carnal
- desirous
- enamored
- erogenic
- erogenous
- erotic
- fleshly
- gamic
- heterosexual
- impassioned
- infatuated
- lascivious
- libidinal
- loverlike
- loverly
- lustful
- nuptial
- oversexed
- passionate
- potent
- procreative
- sensual
- sex
- sexed
- sexual
- sexy
- straight
- undersexed
- venereal
- voluptuous
What dire offence from amorous causes springs!
What mighty contests rise from trivial things!
Implied
Subjection, but requir'd with gentle sway,
And by her yielded, by him best receiv'd,—
Yielded with coy submission, modest pride,
And sweet, reluctant, amorous delay.
Now came still evening on, and twilight gray
Had in her sober livery all things clad;
Silence accompany'd; for beast and bird,
They to their grassy couch, these to their nests,
Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale;
She all night long her amorous descant sung;
Silence was pleas'd. Now glow'd the firmament
With living sapphires; Hesperus, that led
The starry host, rode brightest, till the moon,
Rising in clouded majesty, at length
Apparent queen unveil'd her peerless light,
And o'er the dark her silver mantle threw.
Still amorous and fond and billing,
Like Philip and Mary on a shilling.
Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this sun of York,
And all the clouds that loured upon our house
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths,
Our bruised arms hung up for monuments,
Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings,
Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.
Grim-visaged war hath smoothed his wrinkled front;
And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds
To fright the souls of fearful adversaries,
He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber
To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.
But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks,
Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass;
I, that am rudely stamped, and want love's majesty
To strut before a wanton ambling nymph;
I, that am curtailed of this fair proportion,
Cheated of feature by dissembling nature,
Deformed, unfinished, sent before my time
Into this breathing world, scarce half made up,
And that so lamely and unfashionable
That dogs bark at me as I halt by them,—
Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace,
Have no delight to pass away the time,
Unless to spy my shadow in the sun.