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Drink to me only with thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine;
Woman's at best a contradiction still.
So soft, so elegant, so fair,
Our meeting hearts Consented soon, and marriage made us one.
Rowe. September 24.
Oh! love ev'ry hope can inspire,
It banishes wisdom the while ;
There was no secret one alone possess'd,
There was no hope that warm'd a single breast;
Spenser. Filled was her heart with love, and the dawn of an open
ing heaven Lifted her soul in sleep with the glory of regions celestial.
(Evangeline). September 27.
She has eyes like damsons black,
M. Zrinyi, trans. by Sir J. Bowring. A child of our grandmother Eve, a female ; or, for thy more sweet understanding, a woman.
(Love's Labour's Lost).
Oh, dear! but my wife is the plague of my life,
One has sometimes too much
Of love, kisses, and such ; !
C. H. A.
If he's capricious, she'll be so ;
But if his duties constant are,
Must be to give exclusive love alone ;
Adelaide A. Proctor.
(Comedy of Errors).