Her eyes the glow-worm lend thee, Like the sparks of fire, befriend thee. Alack! there is more peril in thine eye September II. Shakespeare Herrick. (Romeo and Juliet). 'Tis hers to pluck the amaranthine flower Down on your knees, And thank Heaven fasting for a good man's love. September 12. Shakes 'eare (As You Like It). She doth tell me where to borrow In her presence be a grace. George Wither. O! what men dare do! what men may do! They do. My soul itself Seemed suffused in her presence, bathed in light, As plants beneath the solemn, tender moon, Which gilds their life with beauty, as she mine. Westland Marston, LL. D. I ask not for attire more gay-if such as I have got Suffice to make me fair to thee, for more I murmur not. Miss Blamire. September 14. Bring me a constant woman to her husband, And she follows where he leads her, September 15. 'Tis not in fate to harm me Longfellow Song of Hiawatha). While fate still leaves thy love to me; 'Tis not in joy to charm me, Unless the joy be shared with thee. Lovers live by love, as larks by leeks. Moore. Proverb. Not only good and kind, But strong and elevated was her mind; On Fortune's smile or frown. Thy gentle words are sweeter even Lyttelton. Than freedom long desired and long delayed. September 17. Shelley. She talk'd, and I bless'd her dear tongue; By heaven! I do love, and it hath taught Shakespeare September 18. Rowe. (Love's Labour's Lost). Tell her how each beauty of her mind and face Through her expressive eyes her soul distinctly spoke. The mind's the standard of man. Lyttelton. Watts. |