17. You are a riddle-solve

you

who can,

KNOWLES-Love Chase.

18. Such cheerful modesty, such humble state,
Moves certain love, but with as doubtful fate,
As when, beyond our greedy reach, we see
Inviting fruit on too sublime a tree.

WALLER.

19. Thou art most fair! but thine is loveliness
That dwells not only on the lip or eye;
Thy beauty is the pure heart's holiness,
Thy grace the lofty spirit's majesty.

20.

You are the pride

FANNY KEMBLE.

Of your familiar sphere-the daily joy
Of all who on your gracefulness may gaze,
And in the light and music of your way,
Have a companion's portion.

N. P. WILLIS.

21. The hand that hath made you fair, hath made you good: the goodness that is cheap in beauty makes beauty brief in goodness; but grace being the soul of your complexion, should keep the body of it ever fair.

Measure for Measure.

22. Have I not seen thy needle plied

With as much ready glee,

23.

As if it were thy greatest pride
A sempstress famed to be?

Have I not ate pies, puddings, tarts

And bread-thy hands have kneaded,
All excellent-as if those arts

Were all that thou hadst heeded?

Most metaphysic Miss!

Who'd win thee must not like a lover look,
But grave philosopher, and woo by book.

R. H. DANA.

24. Whilst the world's ambitious, empty cares,
Its small disquietudes, and insect stings
Disturb thee never, thou art one made up
Of feminine affections, and your life

Is one full stream of love from fount to sea.

TAYLOR-Philip Van Artevelde.

25.

Thou art a golden sentence,

Writ by thy Maker.

SHIRLEY-Love's Cruelty.

26. Thou art like that which is most sweet and fair,
A gentle morning in the youth of spring,
When the few early birds begin to sing
Within the delicate depths of the fine air.

27. Yes, you are fair, tis plain to see,

ELLERY CHANNING.

They are but blind who should

oppose it;

And you are rich, all must agree,

None can deny for each man knows it;
Virtuous you are, by every rule,

Who questions it is but a fool;

But when you praise yourself, you are,
Neither virtuous, rich, nor fair.

CLEMENT MAROT.

28. If at the wish of those you love, you roam
To the gay tumults which endear your home,
Mid brighter fashions, and that pomp of waste
Which glittering fools misname, and call it taste,
Though not a pearl your simple hair has crowned,
When lavish diamonds fling their beams around,
You smile serene, nor feel one envy burn,
And sleep without a sigh on your return.

BROWN-Paradise of Coquettes.

29. Your ready fingers ply with equal skill
The pencil's task, the needle, or the quill;
Poised all your feelings, still composed your soul,
And subject all to reason's calm control.

MRS. BARBAULD.

30. The joy of all you are, and oft we deem We entertain an angel unawares.

31.

From Christmas Bells.

Dear happy girl! if thou appear

Heedless untouched with awe or serious thought,
Thy nature is not therefore less divine;

Thou liest in Abraham's bosom all the year,
And worship'st at the temple's inner shrine,
God being with thee when we know it not.

WORDSWORTH.

32. You pine, you languish, love to be alone, Think much, speak little, and in speaking sigh.

DRYDEN.

33. Your were born for rejoicing; a summer child truly;
And kindred you claim with each wild joyous thing;
The light frolic breeze, or the streamlet unruly,
Or a cloud at its play-or a bird on the wing.

MRS. ELLET.

34. Hate is not thy nature, thy whole frame Is harmony without one jarring atom.

35.

ROWE-Tamerlane.

Wit that temperately bright,

With inoffensive light

All pleasing shines, nor e'er has past

The decent bounds that wisdom's sober hand,

And sweet benevolence's mild command

And bashful modesty before it cast.

LORD LYTTLELON.

36. The fairest garden in your looks, And in your mind the wisest books.

COWLEY-The Garden.

37. Though free off han' your thoughts ye tell,

When wi' a bosom crony,

You still keep something to yoursel'

Ye'll scarcely tell to ony.

38. There is many an art to win and bless

BURNS.

The cold and stern, to joy and gladness warming;
The coaxing smile-the frequent fond caress,
The earnest tearful prayer all wrath disarming;
Full of a wild and irrepressible mirth,

Like a young sunbeam to the gladdened earth.

MRS. NORTON.

39. Nor are you sad, but over every mood
To which your lightly pliant mind gives birth,
Gracefully changing doth a spirit brood

Of quiet gaiety, and serenest mirth.

MILNES.

40.

You seem to be all nature,

And all varieties of things in one;

You set at night in clouds of tears, and rise
All light and laughter in the morning; fear
No petty customs or appearances,

But think what others only dream about;
And
say
what others do but think; and do
What others would but say; and glory in
What others dare but do.

BAILEY--Angela.

41. A lady, young, compassionate and fair,

Richly adorned with every human grace,