Love glistens in thy sunny e'e And blushes on thy brow; Earth's heaven is here, to thee and me, For we are happy now. Grief melts away Like snow in May. R. Nicholl. George Herbert. But when the sun, at noontide hour, The nymphs and swains, a busy throng. J. WALTON. I'll serve thee in such noble ways As ne'er was known before; I'll deck and crown thy head with bays, Marquis of Montrose. But love is blind, and lovers cannot see The pretty follies that themselves commit. June 2. She loved, as ladies do, Shakespeare (Merchant of Venice). Smartness; but yet (a purpose wise) Charles Dibdin the Younger. A thing of beauty is a joy for ever! June 3. John Keats. He's witty, wise, and honour'd too; F. Faludi, trans. by Sir J. Bowring. Her voice was ever soft, gentle, and low- Shakespeare. |