How sweet with your fond wife to sit J. Bruton. I love the maid I married, never man May 26. As for pudding is the pan, Shakespeare Motteaux. I remember, I remember, the parlour where we met, Its papered walls, its polished floor, and mantel black as jet. May 27. Jane S. Gray. Shrine of my household deities! When fortune frowns or care annoys. Alaric A. Watts. Her nose is straight and handsome, her eyebrows lifted up, Her chin is very neat and pert, and mouth like a china cup. William Allingham. Lady, oh guard with most faithful care Anonymous. There's no trust, No faith, no honesty, in man-all perjur'd, May 29. A gentle form is near me now, Shakespeare (Hamlet). A small white hand is clasp'd in mine; And ask what joys can equal thine. Alaric A. Watts. Truth is the strong thing-let man's life be true; And love's the truth of mine-time prove the rest! Robert Browning. May 30. Oh! had we but a little isle On which the sun might always smile, Love's a trifle, fleeting soon; Anonymous. Vows are the froth, and man the spoon. Anonymous. |