The souls of women are so small That some believe they have none at all; The other two are quite laid by And though their passion have most power How stubbornly this fellow answered me! Which love could never know; but we fond women And think all shall go so; it is unjust That men and women should be matched together. can' "Never love unless you can NEVER love unless you can Bear with all the faults of man: And hang the head, as discontent, Men that but one saint adore, Make a show of love to more : Though but truly served in one: For what is courtship, but disguise? Men when their affairs require, If these, and such like you can bear, THOMAS CAMPION. 'Let me not to the marriage of true minds LET me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove : O, no! it is an ever-fixèd mark, That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. "Ah, be not false' AH, H, be not false, sweet Splendour! Be wise as thou art tender ; Be all that Beauty should. Not lightly be thy citadel subdued; RICHARD WATSON GILDer. AMANTIUM IRAE The Hill BREATHLESS, we flung us on the windy hill, Laughed in the sun, and kissed the lovely grass. You said, 'Through glory and ecstasy we pass; Wind, sun, and earth remain, the birds sing still, When we are old, are old . . .' ' And when we die All's over that is ours; and life burns on Through other lovers, other lips,' said I, ... 'Heart of my heart, our heaven is now, is won!' 'We are Earth's best, that learnt her lesson here. Life is our cry. We have kept the faith!' we said; 'We shall go down with unreluctant tread Rose-crowned into the darkness!'. . . Proud we were, And laughed, that had such brave true things to say. -And then you suddenly cried, and turned away. I RUPERT BRooke. "Justine, you love me not' 'Helas! vous ne m'aimez pas.'-PIRON KNOW, Justine, you speak me fair And 'tis a luxury, I swear, To hear a voice so sweet; And yet it does not please me quite, For me you're something too polite- Justine, you |