How much the wife is dearer than the bride. An Irregular Ode.  LORD LYTTELTON.

  But earthlier happy is the rose distilled,
  Than that which, withering on the virgin thorn,
  Grows, lives, and dies, in single blessedness.
Midsummer Night’s Dream, Act i.  Sc. 1.  SHAKESPEARE.

  To cheer thy sickness, watch thy health,
  Partake, but never waste thy wealth,
  Or stand with smile unmurmuring by,
  And lighten half thy poverty.
Bride of Abydos, Canto I.  LORD BYRON.

This flour of wifely patience. The Clerkes Tale, Pt.  V.  CHAUCER.

And mistress of herself, though china fall. Moral Essays, Epistle II.  A. POPE.

  Time still, as he flies, brings increase to her truth,
  And gives to her mind what he steals from her youth.
The Happy Marriage.  E. MOORE.

  Of earthly goods, the best is a good wife;
  A bad, the bitterest curse of human life.  SIMONIDES.

WIND.

  Yet true it is, as cow chews cud,
  And trees, at spring, do yield forth bud,
  Except wind stands as never it stood,
  It is an ill wind turns none to good.
The Properties of Winds.  T. TUSSER.

Ill blows the wind that profits nobody. King Henry VI., Pt.  III.  Act ii.  Sc. 5.  SHAKESPEARE.

  Pure was the temperate air, an even calm
  Perpetual reigned, save what the zephyrs bland
  Breathed o’er the blue expanse.
Seasons:  Spring.  J. THOMSON.

  Under the yaller-pines I house,
    When sunshine makes ’em all sweet-scented,
  An’ hear among their furry boughs
    The baskin’ west-wind purr contented.
Biglow Papers, Second Series, No.  X.  J.R.  LOWELL.

  A breeze came wandering from the sky,
    Light as the whispers of a dream;
  He put the o’erhanging grasses by,
    And softly stooped to kiss the stream,
    The pretty stream, the flattered stream,
    The shy, yet unreluctant stream.
The Wind and the Stream.  W.C.  BRYANT.

  As winds come whispering lightly from the West,
  Kissing, not ruffling, the blue deep’s serene.
Childe Harold, Canto II.  LORD BYRON.

The moaning winds of autumn sang their song. A Sicilian Story.  B.W.  PROCTER (Barry Cornwall).

  Loud wind, strong wind, sweeping o’er the mountains,
    Fresh wind, free wind, blowing from the sea,
  Pour forth thy vials like streams from airy mountains,
    Draughts of life to me.
The North Wind.  D.M.  MULOCK CRAIK.

  I hear the wind among the trees
  Playing celestial symphonies;
  I see the branches downward bent,
  Like keys of some great instrument.
A Day of Sunshine.  H.W.  LONGFELLOW.

  In winter when the dismal rain
    Came down in slanting lines,
  And wind, that grand old harper, smote
    His thunder-harp of pines.
A Life Drama.  A. SMITH.