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But neither breath of morn when she ascends
With charm of earliest birds, nor rising sun
On this delightful land, nor herb, fruit, flower,
Glistering with dew, nor fragrance after showers,
Nor grateful evening mild, nor silent night
With this her solemn bird, nor walk by moon,
Or glittering starlight, without thee is sweet.
Paradise Lost, Bk. IV. MILTON.
So loving to my mother.
That he might not beteem the winds of heaven
Visit her face too roughly.
Hamlet, Act i. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE.
Dear as the vital warmth that feeds my life;
Dear as these eyes, that weep in fondness o'er thee.
Venice Preserved, Act v. Sc. 1. T. OTWAY.
Maidens like moths are ever caught by glare.
And Mammon wins his way where seraphs might despair.
English Bards and Scotch Reviewers. LORD BYRON.
So, with decorum all things carry'd;
Miss frowned, and blushed, and then was—married.
The Double Transformation. O. GOLDSMITH.
For talk six times with the same single lady,
And you may get the wedding dresses ready.
Don Juan, Canto XII. LORD BYRON.
Why don't the men propose, mamma,
Why don't the men propose?
Why don't the man propose? T.H. BAYLY.
There swims no goose so gray, but soon or late
She finds some honest gander for her mate.
Chaucer's Wife of Bath: Prologue. A. POPE.
Under this window in stormy weather
I marry this man and woman together;
Let none but Him who rules the thunder
Put this man and woman asunder.
Marriage Service from his Chamber Window. J. SWIFT.