What the bee is to the floweret,
When he looks for honey-dew

Through the leaves that close embower it,

That, my love, I'll be to you.

Be assured 'tis she, or none,

That I love, and love alone.

October 20.

Moore.

William Brown.

For me my fair a wreath has wove,
Where rival flow'rs in union meet;
As oft she kiss'd the gift of love

Her breath gave sweetness to the sweet.

Give me a looke, give me a face
That makes simplicitie a grace.

October 21.

Garrick.

Ben Jonson.

Such duty as the subject owes the prince,
Even such a woman oweth to her husband;
And when she's froward, peevish, sullen, sour,
And not obedient to his honest will,

What is she but a foul contending rebel
And graceless traitor to her loving lord?

Shakespeare

(Taming of the Shrew). For ne'er was woman yet, or good or ill, But loved always best her own sweet Will.

Garrick.

October 20.

October 21.

What the bee is to the floweret,
When he looks for honey-dew
Through the leaves that close embower it,
That, my love, I'll be to you.

Be assured 'tis she, or none,

That I love, and love alone.

October 20.

Moore.

William Brown.

For me my fair a wreath has wove,
Where rival flow'rs in union meet;
As oft she kiss'd the gift of love

Her breath gave sweetness to the sweet.

Give me a looke, give me a face
That makes simplicitie a grace.

October 21.

Garrick.

Ben Jonson.

Such duty as the subject owes the prince,
Even such a woman oweth to her husband;
And when she's froward, peevish, sullen, sour,
And not obedient to his honest will,

What is she but a foul contending rebel
And graceless traitor to her loving lord?

Shakespeare

(Taming of the Shrew). For ne'er was woman yet, or good or ill, But loved always best her own sweet Will.

Garrick.

October 20.

October 21.

Turn I my looks unto the skies,
Love with his arrows wounds my eyes;
If so I look upon the ground,

Love then in every flower is found.

Dr. Thomas Lodge.

But gently entreating and sweetly beguiling,

Woman reigns, while the graces around her are smiling.

October 23.

Schiller.

I am not mine, but thine; I vow thy 'hests I will obey, And serve thee as a servant ought, in pleasing, if I may. Richard Edwards.

Look in my face, and say if there is aught
I have not dared, I would not dare for thee.

October 24.

Longfellow

(The Spanish Student).

Beauty and worth in her alike contend
To charm the fancy and to fix the mind;
In her, my wife, my mistress, and my friend,
I taste the joys of sense and reason join'd.

James Hammond.

There's beggary in the love that can be reckoned.

Shakespeare

(Antony and Cleopatra).