March. Mindful of disaster past, And shrinking at the northern blast, THOMAS WARTON. What man is that? A soothsayer bids you beware the ides of March. SHAKESPEARE (Julius Cæsar). Oh, Lesbia! surely no mortal was ever A youth more devoted, more constant, was never- The people said that she was blue, March 2. Horace. C. S. Calverley. Proud of her wit, and proud of her walk, J. G. Saxe. In her what kings, what saints have wish'd is givenHer heart is empire and her love is heaven. March 3. Anonymous. Though fools spurn Hymen's gentle powers, By sweet experience know That marriage, rightly understood, A paradise below. Cotton. Hail! wedded love, Perpetual fountain of domestic sweets! Milton. What's female beauty but an air divine Young. For where is any author in the world March 5. Shakespeare (Love's Labour's Lost). The time I've lost in wooing, The light that lies in woman's eyes Moore Love's doubtless a disease, and may with truth March 6. Harrison. I am ashamed that women are so simple When they are bound to serve, love, and obey. Shakespeare (Taming of the Shrew). Men who their duties know But know their rights, and knowing dare maintain. Sir W. Jones. |