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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.

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

Shelley.

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.

Twenty crowns!

Hood.

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.

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.
O! they love least that let men know their love.
Shakespeare

(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.

February 6.

Shelley

(Epipsychidion).

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.

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February 5.

February 6.

If she do frown, 'tis not in hate of you,
But rather to beget more love in you;
If she do chide, 'tis not to have you gone---
For why? the fools are mad if left alone.
Shakespeare

(Two Gentlemen of Verona).

Yet love, mere love, is beautiful indeed,
And worthy of acceptation.

February 8.

E. B. Browning.

Love took up the harp of life and smote on all the chords with might;

Smote the chord of self, that, trembling, pass'd in

music out of sight.

Tennyson
(Locksley Hall).

Longfellow

Her acts are modest and her words discreet.

February 9.

(The Spanish Student).

Married ladies, especially such as are fair,

Tall, and slim, I would here recommend to beware, How on losing one spouse they give way to despair; But let them reflect, "There are fish, no doubt on't, As good in the river as ever came out on't!"

The Ingoldsly Legends.

Honour to women! entwining and braiding
Life's garland with roses for ever unfading.

Schiller.

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