The de'il he could na skaith thee,
Or aught that wad belang thee;
He'd look intil thy bonnie face,
I canna wrang thee."

And say,

Scotch Song.

Wae's the wife that wants the tongue,
But weel's the man that gets her.

October 26.

Scotch Proverb.

She is full of jewels; but I am most taken
With the bravery of her mind, although
Her garments have all grace and ornament.

Shirley.

Thou art my treasure, my joy, my delight,
Thou art my sunbeam, the star of my night!

October 27.

My dear mistress has a heart

From the German.

Soft as those kind looks she gave me

When with love's resistless art

And her eyes she did enslave me.

Earl of Rochester, 1647.

Song, beauty, youth, love, virtue, joy-this group

Of bright ideas, flowers of paradise,
Were all her own; and she was mine.

Young.

October 26.

October 27.

Angels listen when she speaks,

She's my delight, all mankind's wonder;
But my jealous heart would break
Should we live one day asunder.

Earl of Rochester, 1647.

She has bliss that lives and leans
On loving, and that means-
She is loved.

October 29.

To see her is to love her,
And love but her for ever;

For Nature made her what she is,

Locker.

True is my Love, so true
Her heart is mine alone;

The music of its rhythonic beat
Throbs through my own.

W. Sawyer.

My wife is shrewish when I keep not hours.

Shakespeare
(Comedy of Errors).

October 29.

October 30.

Man's a poor deluded bubble,
Wandering in a mist of lies,
Seeing false or seeing double-

Who would trust to such weak eyes?

Dodsley.

Let this suffice, by this conceive the rest-
He should, he could, he would, he did the best.

Robert Southwell.