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Those ills that wait on all below
Shall ne'er be felt by me;
Prior. July 20.
Hard is her heart as flint or stone,
She laughs to see me pale,
Percy's Reliques. July 21.
A sweet, attractive kind of grace,
A full assurance given by looks,
The lineaments of Gospel books-
O! married love! thy bard shall own,
Where two congenial souls unite,
For if we love one another, Nothing, in truth, can harm us, whatever mischances may happen.
(Evangeline). July 23.
My lady's beauty passeth more
Earl of Surrey.
I love her for her smile, her look, her way
E. B. Browning
For woman is all truth and steadfastness,
Only a woman, you tell me!
Love makes all sweetness in our life,
Thus in extremes of cold and heat,
Where wandering man may trace his kind
Crabbe. My wife's great defect is her want of cheerfulness, and expecting me every moment to be petting her like a Dutch pug.
7. Buckstone. July 27.
Her lips do smell like unto gilliflowers,
Her ruddy cheeks like unto roses red,