March 5.

March 6.

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.

March 8.

Spenser.

Shakespeare

(Othello).

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.

March 9.

But true love is a lasting fire
Which viewless vestals tend,

Burns.

R. B. Brough.

That burns for ever in the soul,
And knows nor change nor end.

Anonymous.

I woke, and did approve

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

Shelley.

March 8.

March 9.

Yet this inconstancy is such

As you too shall adore;

I could not love thee, dear, so much,
Loved I not honour more.

R. Lovelace.

Her modest looks the cottage might adorn,
Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn.

March II.

They sin who tell us love can die;
Its holy flame for ever burneth ;-

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
(As You Like It).

The rose is red, the violet's blue,
The lily's sweet, and so are you.

Old Valentine.

March II.

March 12.