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First, then, a woman will or won't, depend on't;
If she will do't, she will, and there's an end on't;
But if she won't, since safe and sound your trust is,
Fear is affront, and jealousy injustice..

Aaron Hill.

By uniting we stand; by dividing we fall.

April 5.

She is a blushing, gushing thing,

F. Dickinson.

All-more than all-my fancy painted;
Once, when she helped me to a wing
Of goose, I thought I should have fainted.
C. S. Calverley.

Why, mistress, if they both are well inclined,
Why should not both be happy?

April 6.

Robert Southey.

I had not a burden she help'd not to bear,
No wound which she did not salve;

I had not a joy which she did not share,
Nor a sorrow she strove not to halve.

E. Courtenay.

A man's best fortune, or his worst, is his wife.

Proverb.

April 5.

April 6.

told her she was fairer far
Than all the summer flowers,
That brighter was her glowing smile
Than April's sparkling hours.

Anonymous.

Men are April when they woo-December when they

wed.

Shakespeare.
(As You Like It).

April 8.

The angels sang in heaven when she was born.
She is a precious jewel I have found

Among the filth and rubbish of the world.

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Needs not the foreign aid of ornament,
But is, when unadorned, adorned the most.

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He gave her a token-true, warm, and unbroken,
The gift of his own gallant heart.

7. Smith, of Edinburgh.

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Pure as the charities above
Rise the sweet sympathies of love,
And closer ties than those of life
Unite the husband to the wife.

John Logan.

Of all the paths that lead to a woman's love
Pity's the straightest.

Beaumont and Fletcher.

April 11.

You say, sir, once a wit allow'd
A woman to be like a cloud;
Accept a simile as soon

Between a woman, and the moon :
For let mankind say what they will,
The sex are heavenly bodies still.

James Whyte.

For fools admire, but men of sense approve.

April 12.

But thou and thine shall know no blight
Whatever fate on me may fall,

For Heaven in sunshine will requite
The kind-and thee the most of all.

Pope.

Byron.

What is mine is yours, and what is yours is mine.

Shakespeare

(Measure for Measure).

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