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Pure as the charities above
Of all the paths that lead to a woman's love
Beaumont and Fletcher.
Pope. April 12.
But thou and thine shall know no blight
Whatever fate on me may fall,
Byron. What is mine is yours, and what is yours is mine.
(Measure for Measure).
To think that a beauty so gay,
So kind and so constant would prove ;
Shakespeare (Midsummer Night's Dream).
O! my love's like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June ;
That's sweetly played in tune.
Oh! it is great and wise and good to love."
Westland Marston, LL.D.
(Song of Hiawatha).