There is no worldly pleasure here below The sweetest folly in the world is love. Sir Robert Aytoun. In each thing give him way, cross him in nothing. Shakespeare February II. Of all the modern schemes of man For never yet was wight so well aware, Hood. But he, at first or last, was trapped in woman's snare. February 12. Spenser (The Faerie Queene). There is no land so sacred, no air so pure and so wholesome, As is the air she breathes, and the soil that is pressed by her footsteps. Longfellow (The Courtship of Miles Standish). Where love is great the littlest doubts are fears; Where little fears grow great, great love grows there. Shakespeare No doubt it would vex, one half of the sex specs ;" The Ingoldsby Legends. She dances featly. So she does anything; though I report it February 14. Shakespeare (Winter's Tale). As dew beneath the wind of morning, 'Tis too late, I cannot strive against my fate. February 15. Shelley. Longfellow Because thou art more noble, and like a king, Thou can'st prevail against my fears, and fling Thy purple round me, till my heart shall grow Too close against thy heart henceforth to know How it shook when all alone. E. B. Browning. Can wealth give happiness? look around and see. Young. |