On the twenty second of June,
Jonathan Fiddle went out of tune. [ Epitaph ]

Do not the bright June roses blow
To meet thy kiss at morning hours. [ William Cullen Bryant ]

Behold the Sea,
The opaline, the plentiful and strong,
Yet beautiful as is the rose in June,
Fresh as the trickling rainbow of July;
Sea full of food, the nourisher of kinds,
Purger of earth, and medicine of men;
Creating a sweet climate by my breath,
Washing out harms and griefs from memory,
And, in my mathematic ebb and flow,
Giving a hint of that which changes not. [ Emerson ]

A linsey-wolsey gown does not become June. [ Proverb ]

All June I bound the rose in sheaves. Now, rose by rose, I strip the leaves. [ Robert Browning ]