FEBRUARY SIXTEENTH
A woman lives
Not bettered, quickened toward the truth and good
Through being a mother?
Mrs. Browning
FEBRUARY SEVENTEENTH
One's early life is certainly a great deal more
amusing to look back to than it used to be while it was
going on.
Anne Thackeray Ritchie
FEBRUARY EIGHTEENTH
When thou hast taken thy repast,
Repose my babe on me;
So may thy mother and thy nurse
Thy cradle also be.
Sing lullaby, my little boy,
Sing lullaby, mine only joy.
Anonymous
FEBRUARY NINETEENTH
Ere thy lips learn, too soon,
Their soft, first human tune,
Sweet, but less sweet than now,
And thy raised eyes to read
Glad and good things indeed,
But none so sweet as thou.
Swinburne
FEBRUARY TWENTIETH
Beat upon mine, little heart! beat! beat!
Beat upon mine! You are mine, my sweet!
All mine, from your pretty blue eyes to your feet.
Tennyson