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For years fleet away with the wings of the dove,
(Taming of the Shrew). May 23.
She looked so fair, she sang so well,
I could but woo, and she was won ;
A married life, to speak the best,
Men could not part us with their worldly jars,
Nor the seas part us, nor the tempests bend;
And heaven being rolled between us at the end,
E. B. Browning. Her stature comely, tall, her gait well gracëd, and her wit To marvel at, not meddle with, as matchless I admit.
How sweet with your fond wife to sit
Outside your door at daylight's close,
As for pudding is the pan,
Jane S. Gray. May 27.
Shrine of my household deities!
Fair scene of home's unsullied joys !
Alaric A. Watts. Her nose is straight and handsome, her eyebrows lifted Her chin is very neat and pert, and mouth like a china cup.