The sparrow and linnet will feed from your hand,
Grow tame at your kindness and come at command;
Exert with your husband the same happy skill,
For hearts, like your birds, may be tam'd to your will.

Garrick.

His conduct still right, with his argument wrong. Goldsmith.

December 17.

Let still the woman take

An elder than herself; so wears she to him,
So sways she level in her husband's heart;
For, boy, however we do praise ourselves,
Our fancies are more giddy and infirm,

More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn,
Than woman's are.

Shakespeare
(Twelfth Night).

No eye to watch, and no tongue to wound us,
All earth forgot, and all heaven around us.

December 18.

These things in thy possessing
Are better than the Bishop's blessing;
A wife that makes conserves; a steed
That carries double when there's need.

Some love coffee, some love tea,
But I love my dear wife's companie.

Moore.

Pope.

Old Song.

December 17.

December 18.

Let e'en your prudence wear the pleasing dress
Of care for him, and anxious tenderness;
From kind concern about his weal or woe
Let each domestic duty seem to flow.

Lyttelton.

Thus hand in hand through life we'll go ;
Its chequered paths of joy and wo
With cautious steps we'll tread.

December II.

Say over again, and yet over again,

Cotton.

That thou dost love me, tho' the word repeated
Should seem a cuckoo song as thou dost treat it.
E. B. Browning.

For aught that ever I could read,

Could ever hear by tale or history,

The course of true love never did run smooth.

Shakespeare

(Midsummer Night's Dream).

December 12.

When Time, who steals our years away,

Shall steal our pleasures too,

The memory of the past will stay

And half our joys renew.

Moore.

No cord nor cable can so forcibly draw, or hold so

fast, as love can with a timid thread.

Burton.

December II.

December 12.

Her kindly, melting heart
To every want and every woe;
To guilt itself when in distress
The balm of pity would impart.

A face that's best

By its own beauty drest,

And can alone command the rest.

December 20.

Lyttelton.

R. Crashaw.

Leave thee, dearest, leave thee?
No! that star is not more true;
When my vows deceive thee
He will wander too.

Moore.

Your hero should be always tall, you know;
True natural greatness all consists in height.

December 21.

Churchill.

The love that cheers life's latest stage,
Proof against sickness and old age,
Preserved by virtue from declension,
Becomes not weary of attention.

The time has been

We two did love each other's company;

Cowper.

'Time was we two had wept to have been apart.

Charles Lamb.