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February

Now that the winter's gone, the earth hath lost
Her snow-white robes / and now no more the frost
Candies the grass, or casts an icy cream
Upon the silver lake or crystal stream.

CAREW.

Thou art my life, my love, my heart,

The very eyes of me!
And hast command of every part
To live and die for thee.

R. Herrick.

She is mine own;
And I as rich in having such a jewel
As twenty seas, if all their sands were pearl,
The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold.

Shakespeare (Two Gentlemen of Verona).

February 2.
Gentle, and good, and mild thou art;

Nor can I live if thou appear
Aught but thyself, or turn thine heart

Away from me, or stoop to wear
The mask of scorn, although it be
To hide the love thou feel'st for me.

Shelley.

I think there is not half a kiss to choose
Who loves another best.

Shakespeare (Winter's Tale).

February 3. How rich were those locks, so abundant and full,

With their ringlets of auburn so deep !
Though now they look only like frizzles of wool
By a bramble torn off from a sheep.

Hood,
Twenty crowns !
I'll venture so much on my hawk or hound,
But twenty times so much upon my wife,

Shakespeare

(Taming of the Shrew).

February 2.

February 3.

Shakespeare

There is no one beside thee and no one above thee,
Thou standest alone as the nightingale sings !
And my words that would praise thee are impotent

things ; For none can express thee, though all should

approve thee; I love thee so, dear, that I only can love thee !

E. B. Browning 0! they love least that let men know their love.

(Two Gentlemen of Verona).

February 5.
Love in a hut, with water and a crust,
Is-Love, forgive us !-cinders, ashes, dust;
Love in a palace is perhaps at last
More grievous torment than a hermit's fast !

Keats

(Lamia). True love in this differs from gold and clay, That to divide is not to take away.

Shelley

(Epipsychidion).
February 6.
The violet loves a sunny bank,

The cowslip loves the lea,
The scarlet creeper loves the elm,-
But I love-thee !

7. Bayard Taylor.
To be wise and eke to love
Is granted scarce to gods above.

Spenser

(Shepherd's Calendar).

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