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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I know you've been married to the same woman for 69 years. That
is marvelous. It must be very read more
I know you've been married to the same woman for 69 years. That
is marvelous. It must be very inexpensive.
For years [my wedding ring] has done its job. It has led me not
into temptation. It has reminded read more
For years [my wedding ring] has done its job. It has led me not
into temptation. It has reminded my husband numerous times at
parties that it's time to go home. It has been a source of
relief to a dinner companion. It has been a status symbol in the
maternity ward.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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 hath a wife and children hath given hostages to fortune;
for they are impediments to great enterprises, read more
He that hath a wife and children hath given hostages to fortune;
for they are impediments to great enterprises, either of virtue
or mischief.
Marriage and hanging go by destiny; matches are made in heaven.
Marriage and hanging go by destiny; matches are made in heaven.
