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My love she's but a lassie yet,
(Paradise Lost). July 14.
A creature not too bright or good
Keep, therefore, a true woman's eye,
And love me still,
Yet know not why;
Come, shrive me straight; for if love be a sin,
(The Spanish Student). No circumstance doth beauty fortify Like graceful fashion, native comeliness.
Sir Thomas Overbury. July 17.
First shall the heavens want starry light,
The seas be robbed of their waves.
The night want shade, the dead men graves,
Dr. Thomas Lodge. Men apt to promise are apt to forget.
Proverb. July 18.
The bee thro' many a garden roves,
And hums his lay of courtship o'er ;
I see thee, lord and end of my desire,