|Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyts New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.|
|On paper curiously shaped|
Scribblers to-day of every sort,
In verses Valentines yclepd,
To Venus chime their annual court.
I too will swell the motley throng,
And greet the all auspicious day,
Whose privilege permits my song
My love thus secret to convey.
Henry G. BohnMS. From his Dictionary of Poetical Quotations. Valentines.
|Muse, bid the Morn awake!|
Sad Winter now declines,
Each bird doth choose a mate;
This days Saint Valentines.
For that good bishops sake
Get up and let us see
What beauty it shall be
That Fortune us assigns.
DraytonAdditional Odes. To his Valentine.
|Oft have I heard both youths and virgins say,|
Birds chuse their mates and couple too this day:
But by their flight I never can devine
When I shall couple with my valentine.
HerrickTo his Valentine, on St. Valentines Day.
|No popular respect will I omit|
To do the honour on this happy day,
When every loyal lover tasks his wit
His simple truth in studious rhymes to pay,
And to his mistress dear his hopes convey.
Rather thou knowest I would still outrun
All calendars with Loves whose date alway
Thy bright eyes govern better than the Sun,
For with thy favour was my life begun,
And still I reckon on from smiles to smiles,
And not by summers, for I thrive on none
But those thy cheerful countenance compiles;
Oh! if it be to choose and call thee mine,
Love, thou art every day my Valentine!
HoodSonnet. For the 14th of February.
|Oh, cruel heart! ere these posthumous papers|
Have met thine eyes, I shall be out of breath;
Those cruel eyes, like two funereal tapers,
Have only lighted me the way to death.
Perchance thou wilt extinguish them in vapours,
When I am gone, and green grass covereth
Thy lover, lost; but it will be in vain
It will not bring the vital spark again.
| Hail to thy returning festival, old Bishop Valentine! Great is thy name in the rubric, Thou venerable arch flamen of Hymen. * * * Like unto thee, assuredly, there is no other mitred father in the calendar.|
LambEssays. Valentines Day.
|Apollo has peeped through the shutter,|
And awakend the witty and fair;
The boarding-school belles in a flutter,
The twopenny posts in despair;
The breath of the morning is flinging
A magic on blossom and spray,
And cockneys and sparrows are singing
In chorus on Valentines day.
PraedSong for 14th of February.
|To-morrow is Saint Valentines day,|
All in the morning betime,
And I a maid at your window,
To be your Valentine.
Hamlet. Act IV. Sc. 5. L. 48.
| Saint Valentine is past;|
Begin these wood-birds but to couple now?
Midsummer Nights Dream. Act IV. Sc. 1. L. 144.