From that day forth in peace and joyous bliss Could shake the safe assurance of their state. I will a round unvarnished tale deliver March 8. Spenser. Shakespeare (Othello). Auld Nature swears the lovely dears And the husband shall be blest March 9. But true love is a lasting fire Burns. R. B. Brough. That burns for ever in the soul, Anonymous. I woke, and did approve All nature to my heart, and thought to make Shelley. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, R. Lovelace. Her modest looks the cottage might adorn, March II. They sin who tell us love can die; Goldsmith. From Heaven it came, to Heaven returneth. Southey. Alas! the love of woman! it is known To be a lovely and a fearful thing. Byron. March 12. No sooner met but they looked; no sooner looked but they loved; no sooner loved but they sighed; no sooner sighed but they asked one another the reason. Shakespeare The rose is red, the violet's blue, Old Valentine. |