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.


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.

Jeremy Taylor. July 30.

I have honour and fame full enough for my lot,
And my gettings still add t

ill add to the treasures I've
My horse is my glory-my sabre is true,
And O! my sweet wife! thou art faithfulness too.

M. Zrinyi, trans. by Sir 7. Bowring. I never knew a woman so dote upon a man.


(Merry Wives of Windsor).

July 29.

July 30.


John Anderson, my jo, John, when first we were acquent, Your locks were like the raven, your bonnie brow was But now your brow is bald, John, your locks are like the

snow, Yet blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson, my jo!

Scotch Song.
Holy, fair, and wise is she;
The heavens such grace did lend hér.


(Two Gentlemen of Verona).

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