April. 18949 The fields breathe sweet, the daisies kiss our feet, THOMAS NASH. April. The fields breathe sweet, the daisies kiss our feet, THOMAS NASH. This is called Fool's Paradise From the loving fools that dwell in't; Quevedo. A fool must now and then be right by chance. April 2. I see thine eyes reflect my own, So I woo'd thee, so I won thee. Cowper. Amelia B. Edwards. Oh! 'tis gentle good-humour that makes life so sweet, And picks up the flow'rets that garnish our feet. April 3. Miss Blamire. His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles, Shakespeare (Two Gentlemen of Verona). No! I would rather share your tear than any other's glee, For though you're nothing to the world, you're all the world to me! M. L. G. |