Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper,
Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee
And for thy maintenance;

And craves no other tribute at thy hands
But love, fair looks, and obedience.

From her fair eyes he took commandement,
And ever by her looks conceived her intent.

April 20.

Our mutual bond of faith and truth

No time shall disengage;

Those blessings of our early youth
Shall cheer our latest age.

Spenser.

Cowper.

For thee alone these little charms I drest,
Condemn'd them or absolv'd them by thy test.

April 21.

Prior.

Oh! who would bear the cruel gibes

With which the bachelor is daily teased,

When he himself might end such heartfelt griefs By wedding some fair maid.

Adam alone could not be easy,

So he must have a wife an' please ye.

Pope.

Old Epigram.

April 20.

April 21.

Love over gentle natures reigns-
A gentle master! yet his pains
Are felt by them, are felt by all,
The bitter-sweet, the honied gall.

Crabbe.

So stately his form and so lovely her face,
That never a hall such a galliard did grace.

April 23.

Scott
(Lochinvar).

Love, that of every woman's heart
Will have the whole and not the part
That is to her in nature's plan
More than ambition is to man.

Longfellow

(The Golden Legend).

One feast, one house, one mutual happiness.

April 24.

Your shining eyes and golden hair,
Your lily-rosèd lips most fair,

Your other beauties that excel,

Shakespeare.

Men cannot chuse but like them well.

Wilbye's Madrigals.

For contemplation he, and valour formed;
For softness she, and sweet attractive grace.

Milton

(Paradise Lost).

April 23.

April 24.

That my love is pure and true
What is left to tell to you?
What's the need to go and tell

Every one I love you well?

W. S. Gilbert.

Change as ye list, ye winds!

My heart shall be

The faithful compass that still points to thee.

April 26.

Oh! did we take, for Heaven's sake,

But half such pains as we

Take day and night for woman's sake,
What angels we should be!

Gay.

Moore.

Coming to kiss her lips, such grace I found;
She seemed to smelt a garden of sweet flowers.

April 27.

As the river rushes onward,
Onward to the distant sea,
my fond heart's true devotion
Shall for ever turn to thee.

So

Spenser.

Mrs. Sargood.

There's never a man with his wife tries his wits
But he's ever the first in the end to cry quits.

From "Husband versus Wife."