March 2.

March 3.

What's female beauty but an air divine
Through which the mind's all-gentle graces shine ?
They, like the sun, irradiate all between-
The body charms because the soul is seen.

For where is any author in the world
Teaches such learning as a woman's eye?


(Love's Labour's Lost). March 5.

The time I've lost in wooing,
In watching and pursuing,
The light that lies in woman's eyes
Has been my heart's undoing.


Love's doubtless a disease, and may with truth
Be ranked among the maladies of youth.

March 6.

I am ashamed that women are so simple
To offer war when they should kneel for peace,
Or seek for rule, supremacy, and sway,
When they are bound to serve, love, and obey.


(Taming of the Shrew).

Men who their duties know But know their rights, and knowing dare maintain.

Sir W. Jones

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From that day forth in peace and joyous bliss

They lived together long without debate;
Nor private jars nor spite of enemies
Could shake the safe assurance of their state.

I will a round unvarnished tale deliver
Of my whole course of love.


(Othello). March 8.

Auld Nature swears the lovely dears

Her noblest work she classes, O;
Her 'prentice han' she tried on man,
And then she made the lasses, O.

And the husband shall be blest
Who shall clasp thee to his breast
As a wife.

R. B. Brough.
March 9.
But true love is a lasting fire

Which viewless vestals tend,
That burns for ever in the soul,
And knows nor change nor end.

I woke, and did approve
All nature to my heart, and thought to make
A paradise of earth for one sweet sake.


March 8.

March 9.

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