All of a tenor was their after-life, Dryden. Our friends are as true and our wives are as comely, And our home is still home, be it ever so homely. Charles Dibdin. June II. The knife that cuts our love in two Samuel Bishop. But he was wise and wary of her will, June 12. Connubial love has dearer names, Spenser. John Logan. There's nothing half so sweet in life Moore. But a smooth and steadfast mind, Thomas Carew. His wife is neither toss'd in boist'rous seas June 14. There is nae luck about the house, There's little pleasure in the house, When my gudeman's awa'. Scotch Song. She's better than she's bonnie. June 15. I met her at a country ball, Proverb. There, when the sound of flute and fiddle Gave signal sweet to that old hall Of hands across and down the middle. Winthrop M. Praed. Thus it is our daughters leave us, Longfellow Song of Hiawatha). Use the man that you wed like your fav'rite guitar; Tho' music in both, they are both apt to jar; How tuneful and soft from a delicate touch, Not handled too roughly nor play'd on too much! Garrick. When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married. Shakespeare June 17. (Much Ado about Nothing). My Turkey-slippers maun gae on, It's a' to please my ain gudeman, For he's baith leal and true. Scotch Song. To me more dear, congenial to my heart, June 18. Goldsmith. As long as this harp can be wakened to love, Moore. She listens to my words, and seldom speaks- |