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But when the sun, at noontide hour,
I'll serve thee in such noble ways
As ne'er was known before ;
Marquis of Montrose.
(Merchant of Venice). June 2.
She loved, as ladies do,
Charles Dibdin the Younger.
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever!
John Keats. June 3.
He's witty, wise, and honour'd too;
F. Faludi, trans. by Sir 7. Bowring.
O! how sweet to see thee cumbered
With my happiness—to see
Fond affection takes for me.
Grace was in all her steps, heaven in her eye.
(Paradise Lost). June 5.
O, yes, young love is lovely yet,
With faith and honour plighted ;
Youth, Beauty-all united.
His heart was one of those which most enamour usWax to receive, and marble to retain.
Byron. June 6.
But had I wist, before I kissed,
That love had been sae ill to win,