O! married love! thy bard shall own,
Where two congenial souls unite,
Thy golden chains inlaid with down,

Thy lamp with heaven's own splendours bright.

John Langhorne.

For if we love one another,

Nothing, in truth, can harm us, whatever mischances

may happen.

July 23.

Longfellow

(Evangeline).

My lady's beauty passeth more
The best of yours, I dare well sayen,
Than doth the sun the candlelight,
Or brightest day the darkest night.

Earl of Surrey.

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments; love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds.

July 24.

Shakespeare.

I love her for her smile, her look, her way
Of speaking gently, for a trick of thought
That falls in well with mine.

E. B. Browning.

For woman is all truth and steadfastness,
Much worship, bounty, and gentleness,
Right coming fair, and full of meekéness.

Chaucer.

July 23.

July 24.

Only a woman, you tell me!

Only a woman to thee!

But there's naught that this earth containeth
Half so dear as this woman to me.

V. Gabriel.

Love makes all sweetness in our life,
And love is more than breath.

July 26.

M. h

Thus in extremes of cold and heat,
Where wandering man may trace his kind
Wherever grief and want retreat

In woman they compassion find.

Crabbe.

My wife's great defect is her want of cheerfulness, and expecting me every moment to be petting her like a Dutch pug.

July 27.

J. Buckstone.

Her lips do smell like unto gilliflowers,
Her ruddy cheeks like unto roses red,

Her snowy brows like unto budded bellamoures,

Her lovely eyes like pinks but newly spread.

In constancy and nuptial love
I learn my duty from the dove.

Spenser.

Gay.

July 26.

July 27.

I will love more than man e'er lov'd before me,
Gaze on her all the day, dream of her all the night,
Till, for her own sake, at last she will implore me
To love her less, to preserve our delight.

Since earthly joy abidis never,
Work for the joy that lasts for ever.

July 29.

Thrice happy is that humble pair
Beneath the level of all care,

Over whose heads those arrows fly
Of sad distrust and jealousy.

Dryden.

Dunbar.

Waller.

Anger is like a troubled sea; when it is corrected with a soft reply, as with a little strand, it retires, and leaves nothing behind but froth and shells.

July 30.

Jeremy Taylor.

I have honour and fame full enough for my lot, And my gettings still add to the treasures I've got ; My horse is my glory-my sabre is true,

And O! my sweet wife! thou art faithfulness too.

M. Zrinyi, trans. by Sir J. Bowring.

I never knew a woman so dote upon a man.

Shakespeare

(Merry Wives of Windsor).