Gentleman.

7. Heart on her lips, and soul within her eyes.

Byron.

Lady.

8. Quick in revenge, and passionately proud,
His brightest hour still shone forth from a
cloud,

And no conjecture on the next could form,
So played the sunbeam on the verge of storm.

The New Timon.

Gentleman.

8. Devoted, anxious, generous, void of guile, And with her whole heart's welcome in her smile. Mrs. Norton.

Lady.

9. His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles. His love sincere, his thoughts immaculate, His tears pure messengers sent from his heart, His heart as far from fraud, as Heaven from earth. Shakespeare.

Gentleman.

9. And as the bright sun glorifies the sky,
So is her face illumined by her eye.

Shakespeare.

Lady.

10. Though fate ordains that you must part,
And each fond tie doth sever,

Yet still thou 'lt reign within his heart,
To be dethroned never!

C. A. Fillebrown.

Gentleman.

10. To pray for thee at twilight hour,
To dream of thee at night,

To link thy name with every flower,
These make her love's delight.

Lady.

11. With thee forever he in woods could rest, Where never human foot the ground hath

pressed.

Cowley.

Gentleman.

11. Her smile kindles with a conscious glow, As from the thought of sovereign beauty born.

Lady.

12. He has few friends but who are friends for fear, Who in his dreariest need, will fly from him.

Shakespeare.

Gentleman.

12. Her deep and thrilling voice,

Seems with its piercing melody to reach
The soul, and in mysterious unison,

Blend with all thoughts of gentleness and love.

Lady.

Southey.

13. In fact he has no singing education,

An ignorant, noteless, timeless, silly fellow.

Gentleman.

13. And ne'er did Grecian chisel trace,

A nymph, a naiad, or a grace,

Of finer form, or lovelier face.

Byron.

Scott.

14. O'er every feature of that still pale face, Has sorrow fixed what time can ne'er erase. Byron's Corsair.

15. A mere court butterfly that flutters in the pageant of a monarch.

'Byron.

Lady.

16. His thoughts are combinations of disjointed

things,

And forms impalpable and unperceived

By others' sight, familiar are to his.

Gentleman.

16.

Lady.

She bears herself

So gently, that the lily on its stalk
Bends not so easily its dewy head.

Byron.

Percival

17. Of manners gentle; of affections mild, In wit a man simplicity a child.

Pope.

Gentleman.

17.

Oh! the pain of pains,

Is when the fair one, whom our soul is fond of,
Gives transport, and receives it from another.

Young.

Lady.

18. He is poor, and that's suspicious; he's unknown, And that's defenceless; true we have no proof,

Of guilt but what hath he of innocence.

Gentleman.

18.

Byron's Werner.

A spirit pure as hers,

Is always pure, even when it errs,
As sunshine broken in the rill,

Though turned aside is sunshine still.

Moore.

Lady.

19. He sees the right and he approves it too, Condemns the wrong, yet will the wrong

pursue.