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That ye be kind and true;
From “ The Nut-Brown Maid."
Sweet grief, sad pleasure-let us dwell
Together, sharing home and bliss ;
From the Hungarian, by Sir 7. Bowring,
7. G. Whittier.
And o'er the hills and far away,
Beyond their utmost purple rim,
(The Day-Dream) What's in a name? That which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet.
(Romeo and Juliet).
And every care resign ;
Her toilet shines with plate emboss'd
Were I of all these woods the lord,
One berry from her hand
Sir Charles Sedley. This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong, To love that well which thou must leave ere long.
Shakespeare. May 12.
I found in her presence a joy untold,
I found to her love' no end :
R. S. Sharpe.