Oh! who the exquisite delight can tell, Our ages so in dates agree Sigourney. That twins do differ more than we. December 8. William Cartwright. Were you the earth, dear Love, and I the skies, And look upon you with ten thousand eyes, Till heaven wax'd blind, and till the world was done. Thomas Sylvestre. Had I a heart for falsehood framed I ne'er could injure thee. December 9. Sheridan. The sunlight clasps the earth, And the moonbeams kiss the sea; What are all these kisses worth If thou kiss not me? Shelley. Oh, yes! I feel there is but one, Moore. Let e'en your prudence wear the pleasing dress Lyttelton. Thus hand in hand through life we'll go ; December II. Say over again, and yet over again, Cotton. That thou dost love me, tho' the word repeated For aught that ever I could read, Could ever hear by tale or history, The course of true love never did run smooth. Shakespeare (Midsummer Night's Dream). December 12. When Time, who steals our years away, Shall steal our pleasures too, The memory of the past will stay And half our joys renew. Moore. No cord nor cable can so forcibly draw, or hold so fast, as love can with a timid thread. Burton. Thou little sceptic! Dost thou still doubt? What I most prize in woman Is her affections, not her intellect ! The intellect is finite, but the affections Longfellow (The Spanish Student). Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks, December 5. Shakespeare. Oh! what was love made for, if 'tis not the same Moore. Sweet is my toil when my dear wife is near; December 6. But when she means with frowns to kill Gay. Coventry Patmore. Sometimes my plague, sometimes my darling, Prior. |