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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To have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse,
for richer, for poorer, in sickness, read more
To have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse,
for richer, for poorer, in sickness, and in health, to love and
to cherish, till death us do part.
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.
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.
I'd rather die Maid, and lead apes in Hell
Than wed an inmate of Silenus' Cell.
I'd rather die Maid, and lead apes in Hell
Than wed an inmate of Silenus' Cell.
For talk six times with the same single lady,
And you may get the wedding dress ready.
For talk six times with the same single lady,
And you may get the wedding dress ready.
And the Lord God said, It is not good that man should be alone; I
will make him an read more
And the Lord God said, It is not good that man should be alone; I
will make him an help meet for him.
No jealousy their dawn of love o'ercast,
Nor blasted were their wedded days with strife;
Each season read more
No jealousy their dawn of love o'ercast,
Nor blasted were their wedded days with strife;
Each season looked delightful as it past,
To the fond husband and the faithful wife.
Oh! how many torments lie in the small circle of a wedding ring.
Oh! how many torments lie in the small circle of a wedding ring.
