By the moon above us shining,
By the river's ceaseless flow,
Trust me, dearest, thine for ever

Is this heart, where'er I go.

Mrs. Sargood.

Joy is an import, joy is an exchange,
Joy flies monopolists; it calls for two.

November 26.

My wife shall dance and I will sing,
To merrily pass the day;

For I hold it one of the wisest things
To drive dull care away.

Young.

Anonymous.

Nay, nay, no frowning, sweet! those eyes were made For love, not anger-I must be obeyed!

November 27.

Fair when distant, fair when near,
Fair her smile and fair her tear,
Fair when bending, fair erect,
Unadorn'd, or gem-bedeck'd.

Moore.

F. Faludi, trans. by Sir J. Bowring.

Her air, her manners, all who saw admired; Courteous though coy, and gentle though retired.

Crabbe.

November 26.

November 27.

She's fair and royal; And that she hath all courtly parts most exquisite Than lady, ladies, woman; from every one The best she hath; and she of all compounded Outsells them all! I love her therefore.

Shakespeare
(Cymbeline).

She was assured he loved her from his soul,
She never knew, and need not fear control.

November 29.

Crabbe.

There was pride in the head she carried so high,
Pride in her lip and pride in her eye,
And a world of pride in the very sigh
That her stately bosom was fretting.

J. G. Saxe.

My only books were women's looks,
And folly's all they taught me.

November 30.

Peace, Lizzie, peace, or singing die,
That together you and I

To heaven may go; for all we know
Of what the blessèd do above

Is, that they sing and that they love.

Moore.

Waller. Oh! beware, my young men, of a musical wife, For Eliza's fine voice is the plague of my life.

Old Song.

November 29.

November 30.