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JUNE SIXTEENTH

In the book of Numbers it is writ,
When a man dies, let the inheritance
Descend unto the daughter.

King Henry V, 1. ii.

JUNE SEVENTEENTH

If you do sweat to put a tyrant down,
You sleep in peace, the tyrant being slain;
If you do fight against your country's foes,
Your country's fat shall pay your pains the hire;...
Then, in the name of God and all these rights,
Advance your standards, draw your willing swords.
King Richard III, v. iii.

JUNE EIGHTEENTH

Then God forgive the sins of all those souls,
That to their everlasting residence,

Before the dew of evening fall, shall fleet
In dreadful trial of our kingdom's king!

JUNE NINETEENTH

King John, II. i.

The moon shines bright. In such a night as this,
When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees,
And they did make no noise-in such a night,
Troilus, methinks, mounted the Troyan walls,
And sigh'd his soul toward the Grecian tents,
Where Cressid lay that night.

Merchant of Venice, v. i.

All of us have cause

To wail the dimming of our shining star;
But none cure their harms by wailing them.

King Richard III, 11. ii.

JUNE TWENTY-FIRST

Look, the world's comforter, with weary gait,
His day's hot task hath ended in the west;
The owl, night's herald, shrieks "T is very late;"
The sheep are gone to fold, birds to their nest,
And coal-black clouds that shadow heaven's

light

Do summon us to part and bid good night.
Venus and Adonis, st. 89 (ll. 529-34).

JUNE TWENTY-SECOND

More water glideth by the mill

Than wots the miller of; and easy it is

Of a cut loaf to steal a shive.

JUNE TWENTY-THIRD

Titus Andronicus, II. i.

Thus can the demigod Authority

Make us pay down for our offence by weight The word of Heaven: on whom it will, it will; On whom it will not, so; yet still 't is just.

Measure for Measure, 1. ii.

JUNE TWENTY-FOURTH

Things done well,

And with a care, exempt themselves from fear; Things done without example, in their issue

Are to be fear'd.

JUNE TWENTY-FIFTH

King Henry VIII, 1. ii.

It so falls out

That what we have we prize not to the worth Whiles we enjoy it, but being lack'd and lost, Why, then we rack the value, then we find The virtue that possession would not show us Whiles it was ours.

JUNE TWENTY-SIXTH

Much Ado About Nothing, IV. i.

Sleepest or wakest thou, jolly shepherd?
Thy sheep be in the corn;

And for one blast of thy minikin mouth,

Thy sheep shall take no harm.

JUNE TWENTY-SEVENTH

King Lear, III. vi.

What you do

Still betters what is done. When you speak, sweet,

I'ld have you do it ever; when you sing,

I'ld have you buy and sell so, so give alms,
Pray so: ... each your doing,

So singular in each particular,

Crowns what you are doing in the present deed,

That all

your acts are queens.

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Winter's Tale, iv. iv.

If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility? Revenge. If a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example? Why, revenge. The villainy you teach me, I will execute, and it shall go hard but I will better the inMerchant of Venice, III. i.

struction.

JUNE TWENTY-NINTH

Love like a shadow flies when substance love pursues;

Pursuing that that flies, and flying what pursues.

Merry Wives of Windsor, 11. ii.

JUNE THIRTIETH

Love's heralds should be thoughts,

Which ten times fasterglide than the sun's beams, Driving back shadows over louring hills: Therefore do nimble-pinion'd doves draw love, And therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid wings.

Romeo and Juliet, II. V.

JULY

JULY FIRST

WE

E defy augury; there's a special providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now, 't is not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now; if it be not now, yet it will come: the readiness is all.

JULY SECOND

Under the greenwood tree,

Hamlet, v. ii.

Who loves to lie with me,

And turn his merry note

Unto the sweet bird's throat;

Come hither, come hither, come hither;

Here shall he see

No enemy,

But winter and rough weather.

As You Like It, II. v.

JULY THIRD

Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul
But I do love thee! and when I love thee not,
Chaos is come again.

Othello, III. iii.

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