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Pity and sorrow shall vanish before us,

Youth may wither, but feelings will last; All the shadow that e'er shall fall o'er us Love's light summer cloud sweetly shall cast.

Marriage is a matter of more worth
Than to be dealt in by attorneyship.

January 23.

Moore.

Shakespeare

(King Henry VI.).

Still shall each returning season
Sufficient for our wishes give;
For we will live a life of reason,
And that's the only life to live.

Anonymous.

What would'st thou, boy?

I love thee more and more.

Shakespeare (Cymbeline).

January 24.

Here, side by side and hand in hand,

Here would I ever be,

Forgetting that there is a world

Except for thee and me.

Charles Stephenson.

And a' that's mine is thine, lassie.

Songs of Scotland.

January 23.

January 24.

The morning passed, the evening came,
And found this couple still the same;

They walked and ate, good folks! What then?
Why, then they walked and ate again.

Day and night, day and night,
He was my breath and life and light.

January 26.

Prior.

Shelley.

Time from her form hath ta'en away but little of its grace, His touch of thought hath dignified the beauty of her face; Yet she might mingle in the dance where maidens gaily

trip,

So bright is still her hazel eye, so beautiful her lip. Thomas Haynes Bayly.

The cup of dole

God gave for baptism I am fain to drink

And praise its sweetness, Sweet, with thee anear.
E. B. Browning.

January 27.

She is born of noble stem,
Fairer than the fairest gem

Which upon her robe doth shine,
Graceful, beautiful, divine.

F. Faludi, trans. by Sirf. Bowring.

He is a man worth any woman.

Shakespeare (Cymbeline).

January 26.

January 27.

I've been where on the dismal day
No kindly sun hath shone,
Yet was it sunlight still to me
Thy smile to gaze upon.

Anonymous.

For ever join'd our fates combine,

And I am yours, and you are mine.

January 29.

John Logan.

Each morning my darling would bid me go

To my work with a fond farewell,

And would welcome me back when the sun was low With a sweetness which none can tell.

E. Courtenay.

Is't possible that so short a time can alter the condition of a man?

January 30.

Shakespeare (Coriolanus).

By your truth she shall be true,
Ever true, as wives of yore;
And her "Yes," once said to you,
Shall be "Yes" for evermore.

E. B. Browning.

Oh! what's a table richly spread
Without a woman at its head?

Warton.

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