Cursed be the man, the poorest wretch in life,
The crouching vassal, to the tyrant wife,
Who has no will but by her high permission;
Who has not sixpence but in her possession;
Who must to her his dear friend's secret tell;
Who dreads a curtain lecture worse than hell.
Were such the wife had fallen to my part,
I'd break her spirit or I'd break her heart.
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(Matrimony) is not by any to be entered into unadvisedly or
lightly; but reverently, discreetly, advisedly, soberly, and in
read more
(Matrimony) is not by any to be entered into unadvisedly or
lightly; but reverently, discreetly, advisedly, soberly, and in
the fear of God.
Marriage and hanging go by destiny; matches are made in heaven.
Marriage and hanging go by destiny; matches are made in heaven.
House and riches are the inheritance of fathers: and a prudent
wife is from the Lord.
House and riches are the inheritance of fathers: and a prudent
wife is from the Lord.
To love, cherish, and to obey.
To love, cherish, and to obey.
We've been together now for forty years,
An' it don't seem a day too much;
There ain't read more
We've been together now for forty years,
An' it don't seem a day too much;
There ain't a lady livin' in the land
As I'd swop for my dear old Dutch.
To sit, happy married lovers; Phillis trifling with a plover's
Egg, while Corydon uncovers with a grace the Sally read more
To sit, happy married lovers; Phillis trifling with a plover's
Egg, while Corydon uncovers with a grace the Sally Lunn,
Or dissects the luck pheasant--that, I think, were passing
pleasant
As I sit along at present, dreaming darkly of a dun.
Wherefore they are no more twain, but one flesh. What therefore
God hath joined together, let not man put read more
Wherefore they are no more twain, but one flesh. What therefore
God hath joined together, let not man put asunder.
There was no great disparity of years,
Though much in temper; but they never clash'd,
They moved read more
There was no great disparity of years,
Though much in temper; but they never clash'd,
They moved like stars united in their spheres,
Or like the Rhone by Leman's waters wash'd,
Where mingled and yet separate appears
The river from the lake, all bluely dash'd
Through the serene and placid glassy deep,
Which fain would lull its river-child to sleep.
He that said it was not good for man to be alone, placed the
celibate amongst the inferior states read more
He that said it was not good for man to be alone, placed the
celibate amongst the inferior states of perfection.
