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May never was the month of love,
For May is full of flowers,
There is a grief in every kind of joy,
That is my theme, and that I mean to prove ; And who were he which would not drink annoy To taste thereby the lightest dram of love ?
Gascoigne. What we think in our hearts you may read in our eyes, For, knowing no falsehood, we need no disguise.
Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper,
(Taming of the Shrero From her fair eyes he took commandement, And ever by her looks conceived her intent.
Spenser. April 20.
Our mutual bond of faith and truth
No time shall disengage ;
Shall cheer our latest age.
For thee alone these little charms I drest,
Oh! who would bear the cruel gibes
Love over gentle natures reigns-
(Lochinvar). April 23
Love, that of every woman's heart
That is to her in nature's plan
(The Golden Legend). One feast, one house, one mutual happiness.