Yes; I remember Adlestrop- The name, because one afternoon Of heat the express-train drew up there Unwontedly. It was late June. (Quote by - Edward Thomas)

For every marriage then is best in tune, When that the wife is May, the husband June. (Quote by - Rowland Watkyns)

June. It's the way she looks at me. She's gagging for it. (Quote by - Vernon Kay)

June falls asleep upon her bier of flowers; In vain are dewdrops sprinkled o'er her, In vain would fond winds fan her back to life, Her hours are numbered on the floral dial. (Quote by - Lucy Larcom)

No price is set on the lavish summer; June may be had by the poorest comer. (Quote by - James Russell Lowell)

How did it get so late so soon? Its night before its afternoon. December is here before its June. My goodness how the time has flewn. How did it get so late so soon? (Quote by - Theodor Geisel)

We're not used to weather in June in this country. (Quote by - Jimmy Hill)

It is dry, hazy June weather. We are more of the earth, farther from heaven these days.(Quote by - Henry David Thoreau)

I was a lousy hitter in May doing the same things that made me a great hitter in June. (Quote by - Carl Yastrzemski)

Do you recall that night in June Upon the Danube River; We listened to the landler-tune, We watched the moonbeams quiver. (Quote by - Charles Hamilton Aide)

It is the month of June, The month of leaves and roses, When pleasant sights salute the eyes And pleasant scents the noses. (Quote by - Nathaniel Parker Willis)

I gazed upon the glorious sky And the green mountains round, And thought that when I came to lie At rest within the ground, 'Twere pleasant, that in flowery June When brooks send up a cheerful tune, And groves a joyous sound, The sexton's hand, my grave to make, The rich, green mountain-turf should break. (Quote by - William Cullen Bryant)

And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays. (Quote by - James Russell Lowell)

What joy have I in June's return? My feet are parched--my eyeballs burn, I scent no flowery gust; But faint the flagging zephyr springs, With dry Macadam on its wings, And turns me "dust to dust." (Quote by - Thomas Hood)

My parents were like June and Ward Cleaver; there was nothing dysfunctional about them. (Quote by - Kelly Ripa)