My true love hath my heart and I have his,
By just exchange one to the other given;
I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss ;

There never was a better bargain driven.
My true love hath my heart and I have his.

Sir Philip Smith.

My husband is on earth, my faith in heaven.

May 2.

Shakespeare (Hamlet).

And the vicar is there with his wig and his book,
And the clerk with his grave quasi-sanctified look;
And there stand the village maids, all with their posies,
Their lilies and daffy-down-dillies and roses.

The Ingoldsby Legends.

In simple manners all the secret lies;
Be kind and virtuous, you'll be blest and wise.

May 3.

A kiss can consecrate the ground

Young.

Where mated hearts are mutual bound;
The spot where love's first links were wound,
That ne'er are riven,

Is hallowed down to earth's profound

And up to Heaven!

Thomas Campbell.

Belike, boy, then you are in love; for last morning

you could not see to wipe my shoes.

Shakespeare

(Two Gentlemen of Verona).

May 2.

May 3.

Lesbia rails at me, they say,
Talks against me all the day-
May I die, but I can tell

By this that Lesbia loves me well.

I never gave a lock of hair away
To a man, dearest, except this to thee.

May 5.

Horace.

E. B. Browning.

As the ivy and oak in the forest entwined,
The rage of the tempest united must weather,
My love and my life were by nature designed
To flourish alike or to perish together.

Oh! how hard it is to find

The one just suited to our mind!

May 6.

Byron.

Thomas Campbell.

My name and my glory are resting on thee,
My heart melts in thine-my saint thou wilt be,
My hope and my heaven, my being, my bliss,
Joy-giver,-what joy can'st thou give more than this!

Sir John Bowring.

Perhaps the only comfort which remains
Is the unheeded clanking of my chains,
The which I make, and call it melody.

Shelley.

May 5.

May 6.

Mine own dear love, I see the proof
That ye be kind and true;

Of maid and wife in all my life

The best that ever I knew.

From "The Nut-Brown Maid."

What woman can resist the force of praise?

May 8.

Sweet grief, sad pleasure-let us dwell
Together, sharing home and bliss;

And if a kiss can bless us-well,
Take, take it, love; my sweetest kiss.

Gay.

From the Hungarian, by Sir J. Bowring,

A manly form at her side she saw,
And joy was duty, and love was law.

May 9.

J. G. Whittier.

And o'er the hills and far away,
Beyond their utmost purple rim,
Beyond the night, across the day,

Thro' all the world she followed him.

Tennyson

(The Day-Dream).

What's in a name? That which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet.