But when the sun, at noontide hour,
Sits throned in his highest tow'r,
Me heart-rejoicing goddess lead
To the tann'd haycock in the mead,
To mix in rural mood among
The nymphs and swains, a busy throng.

J. WALTON.

I'll serve thee in such noble ways

As ne'er was known before ;
I'll deck and crown thy head with bays,
And love thee more and more.

Marquis of Montrose.
But love is blind, and lovers cannot see
The pretty follies that themselves commit.

Shakespeare

(Merchant of Venice). June 2.

She loved, as ladies do,
Smartness ; but yet (a purpose wise)
Lovely to look in hubby's eyes-
As, ladies, practise you.

Charles Dibdin the Younger.

A thing of beauty is a joy for ever!

John Keats. June 3.

He's witty, wise, and honour'd too;
Tasteful, learned, thro' and thro';
Calm, courageous, just, urbane,
Courteous, aye ! without a stain.

F. Faludi, trans. by Sir 7. Bowring.
Her voice was ever soft, gentle, and low-
An excellent thing in woman.

Shakespeare.

O! how sweet to see thee cumbered

With my happiness—to see
All the little cares unnumbered

Fond affection takes for me.
Alexander Kisfaludy, trans. by Sir 7. Bowring.

Grace was in all her steps, heaven in her eye.

Milton

(Paradise Lost). June 5.

O, yes, young love is lovely yet,

With faith and honour plighted ;
I love to see a pair so met-

Youth, Beauty-all united.

Locker.

His heart was one of those which most enamour usWax to receive, and marble to retain.

Byron. June 6.

But had I wist, before I kissed,

That love had been sae ill to win,
I'd locked my heart in a case of gowd,
And pinned it with a siller pin.

Anonymous.
Ne'er mind her pretty, lying tongue,
But tent the language o' her e'en.

Ramsay.