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A good wife is heaven's last, best gift to man, - his gem of many virtues, his casket of jewels; read more
A good wife is heaven's last, best gift to man, - his gem of many virtues, his casket of jewels; her voice is sweet music, her smiles his brightest day, her kiss the guardian of his innocence, her arms the pale of his safety...
By her who in this month is born,
No gems save Garnets should be worn;
They will read more
By her who in this month is born,
No gems save Garnets should be worn;
They will insure her constancy,
True friendship and fidelity.
A woman that is like a German clock,
Still a-repairing, ever out of frame,
And never going read more
A woman that is like a German clock,
Still a-repairing, ever out of frame,
And never going aright, being a watch,
But being watched that it may still go right!
It strikes! one, two,
Three, four, five, six. Enough, enough, dear watch,
Thy pulse hath beat enough. read more
It strikes! one, two,
Three, four, five, six. Enough, enough, dear watch,
Thy pulse hath beat enough. Now sleep and rest;
Would thou could'st make the time to do so too;
I'll wind thee up no more.
These gems have life in them: their colors speak,
Say what words fail of.
These gems have life in them: their colors speak,
Say what words fail of.
Black is a pearl in a woman's eye.
Black is a pearl in a woman's eye.
Who first beholds the light of day
In Spring's sweet flowery month of May
And wears an read more
Who first beholds the light of day
In Spring's sweet flowery month of May
And wears an Emerald all her life,
Shall be a loved and happy wife.
Nay, tarry a moment, my charming girl;
Here is a jewel of gold and pearl;
A beautiful read more
Nay, tarry a moment, my charming girl;
Here is a jewel of gold and pearl;
A beautiful cross it is I ween
As ever on beauty's breast was seen;
There's nothing at all but love to pay;
Take it and wear it, but only stay!
Ah! Sir Hunter, what excellent taste!
I'm not--in such--particular--haste.
The Summer looks out from her brazen tower,
Through the flashing bars of July.
The Summer looks out from her brazen tower,
Through the flashing bars of July.
