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The kindest and the happiest pair
Will find occasion to forbear,
And something every day they live
To pity, and perhaps forgive.

Cowper.

I know not her that willingly in maidenhood would die.

May 17.

William Warner.

Now, success to the fair-one and all-
No misapprehensions be making;
Though wrong the dear sex to mis-call,

There's no harm I should hope in miss-taking
Mrs. Cornwell B. Wilson.

My other self! our blood, our hearts, our souls,
Shall henceforth mingle in one being, like
The married colours in the bow of heaven.

May 18.

Alexander Smith.

Great are the sea and the heaven;

Yet greater is my heart,

And fairer than pearls and stars

Flashes and beams my love.

From the German, by Longfellow.

My own sweet bride, the guiding star

That Heaven lent in love.

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May 17.

May 18.

I've waited for thee many seasons through,
Seen many autumns shed their yellow leaves;
Now am I joyful as storm-battered dove
That finds a perch in the Hesperides,
For thou art found.

Alexander Smith.

Women who marry seldom act but once;
Their lot is, ere they wed, obedience
Unto a father; thenceforth to a husband.

Westland Marston, LL.D.

May 20.

A nymph, no tongue, no heart, no eye, might praise, might wish, might see,

For life, for love, for form, more good, more worth,

more fair, than she!

William Warner.

Then come the wild weather, come sleet or come snow, We'll stand by each other however it blow.

May 21.

Longfellow
(Annie of Tharaw).

Things base and vile, holding no quantity,
Love can transpose to form and dignity.

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.

Shakespeare

(Midsummer Night's Dream).

In love, if love be love, if love be ours,

Faith and unfaith can ne'er be equal powers;
Unfaith in aught is want of faith in all.

Tennyson

(Vivien's Song).

May 20.

May 21.

When age chills the blood, when our pleasures are past,
For years fleet away with the wings of the dove,

The dearest remembrance will still be the last,
Our sweetest memorial the first kiss of love.

Byron.

And place your hands below your husband's foot;
In token of which duty, if he please,

My hand is ready; may it do him ease.

May 23.

Shakespeare
(Taming of the Shrew).

She looked so fair, she sang so well,

I could but woo, and she was won;

Myself in blue, the bride in white,

The ring was placed, the deed was done.

A married life, to speak the best,
Is all a lottery confessed.

May 24.

Hood,

Cotton.

Men could not part us with their worldly jars,
Nor the seas part us, nor the tempests bend;
Our hands would touch for all the mountain bars;
And heaven being rolled between us at the end,
We should but vow the faster for the stars.

E. B. Browning.

Her stature comely, tall, her gait well graced, and her wit To marvel at, not meddle with, as matchless I admit. William Warner.

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