No; the heart that has truly loved never forgets, But as truly loves on to the close;

As the sun-flower turns on her god when he sets The same look which she turn'd when he rose.

Marry for love, and work for siller.

July 8.

Moore.

Scotch Proverb.

Heaven has nought to give us sweeter
Than a joy-conferring wife;
And a smile of love to greet her,

'Tis the unclouded heav'n of life.

Alexander Kisfaludy, trans. by Sirf. Bowring.

But when to my good lord I prove untrue
I'll choke myself.

July 9.

Shakespeare (Cymbeline).

The lion chose his mate, the turtle dove
Her dear, the dolphin his own dolphinet;
But man, that had the spark of reason's might
More than the rest to rule his passion,
Chose for his love the fairest in his sight.

She was his life,

The ocean to the river of his thoughts,

Spenser.

Which terminated all.

Byron.

July 8.

July 9.

'Tis sweet to hear the watch-dog's honest bark, Bay deep-mouthed welcome as we draw near home; 'Tis sweet to know there is an eye will mark

Our coming, and look brighter when we come.

Byron.

'Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam, Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home. J. H. Payne.

July II.

The light of love, the purity of grace,

The mind, the music breathing from her face,
The heart whose softness harmonised the whole,
And, oh! that eye was in itself a soul!

Faint heart ne'er won fair lady.

July 12.

Byron.

Will King.

He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one;
Exceeding wise, fair spoken, and persuading;
Lofty and sour to them that loved him not,

But to those men that sought him, sweet as summer.

Shakespeare

(King Henry VIII.).

Is she not passing fair?

Shakespeare

(Two Gentlemen of Verona).

My love she's but a lassie yet,
She's neither proud nor sassie yet;
But, O! her artless smile's mair sweet
Than hinny or than marmalete.

Scotch Song.

What she wills to do or say

Seems wisest, virtuousest, discreetest, best.

July 14.

A creature not too bright or good
For human nature's daily food,

Milton

For transient sorrows, simple wiles,

(Paradise Lost).

Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.

Wordsworth.

But when she saw my woeful state,
Straight in her heart did mercy come.

July 15.

Shakespeare.

Keep, therefore, a true woman's eye,

And love me still,

Yet know not why;

So hast thou the same reason still

To dote upon me ever.

Wilbye's Madrigals.

My body is stout and my heart is as sound,

And my love, like my courage, will never give ground.

Garrick.