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Your figure was tall then, and perfectly straight,
Though it now has two twists from upright, But bless you, still bless you ! my partner! my Kate ! Though you be such a perfect old fright!
Hood. Sleep rock thy brain, And never come mischance between us twain.
(Hamlet) February 29.
The years they come and go,
The races drop in the grave,
E. B. Browning
In bond of virtuous love together tied.
Fairfax. February 29.
Mindful of disaster past,
What man is that ? A scothsayer bids you beware the ides of March.
Oh, Lesbia! surely no mortal was ever
So fond of a woman as I am of you ; A youth more devoted, more constant, was neverTo me there's enchantment in all that you do.
The people said that she was blue,
C. S. Calverley.
Proud of her wit, and proud of her walk,
J. G. Saxe.
In her what kings, what saints have wish'd is given, Her heart is empire and her love is heaven.
Anonymous. March 3.
Though fools spurn Hymen's gentle powers,
By sweet experience know