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OCTOBER 1 
Pure and lovely. 
Oh ! how much more doth beauty beauteous seem 
By that sweet ornament which truth doth give ! 
The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem 
For that sweet odour which doth in it live. 
^Shakespeare. 
OCTOBER 2 . 
Rose-bud (Moss) 
. Confession of love. 
I blush to think what I have said— 
But fate has wrested the confession from me: 
Go on, and prosper in the paths of honour; 
Thy virtue will excuse my passion for thee, 
And make the gods propitious to our love. 
_Addison. 
OCTOBER 3 ---. 
Rosemary-- Remembrance. 
Between us day and night, 
Wishing that I might always have 
You present in my sight; 
And when I cannot have, 
(As I have said before,) 
Then Cupid, with his deadly dart, 
Doth wound my heart full sore. , 
fOEM, 1584. 
