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 mail 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.
This house is to be let for life or years;
Her rent is sorrow, and her income tears;
Cupid, 't has long stood void; her bills make known.
She must be dearly let, or let alone.
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