July 11.

July 12.

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,


(Paradise Lost). July 14.

A creature not too bright or good
For human nature's daily food,
For transient sorrows, simple wiles,
Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.

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

July 15.

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.


July 14.

July 15.

Come, shrive me straight; for if love be a sin,
I am the greatest sinner that doth live ;
I will confess the sweetest of all crimes
A maiden wooed and won.


(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 day want sun and the sun want bright,

The night want shade, the dead men graves,
The April flow'rs, and leaves, and tree,
Before I false my faith to thee.

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 ;
But when he finds the flower he loves,
He settles then, and hums no more.


I see thee, lord and end of my desire,
Exalted high as virtue can require.


July 17.

July 18.

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