Likewise, ye husbands, dwell with them according to knowledge,
giving honour onto the wife, as unto the weaker vessel, read more

Likewise, ye husbands, dwell with them according to knowledge,
giving honour onto the wife, as unto the weaker vessel, and as
being heirs together of the grace of life; that your prayers be
not hindered.

When I think of a merry, happy, free young girl -- and look at the ailing, aching state a young read more

When I think of a merry, happy, free young girl -- and look at the ailing, aching state a young wife generally is doomed to -- which you can't deny is the penalty of marriage.

She (his wife) is the wind beneath my wings.

She (his wife) is the wind beneath my wings.

It was a wife's duty to be interested in whatever interested her husband, whether it was politics, books, or a read more

It was a wife's duty to be interested in whatever interested her husband, whether it was politics, books, or a particular dish for dinner.

It's my girl that advises. She has the head. But I never own to
it before her. Discipline must read more

It's my girl that advises. She has the head. But I never own to
it before her. Discipline must be maintained.

The wife was pretty, trifling, childish, weak;
She could not think, but would not cease to speak.

The wife was pretty, trifling, childish, weak;
She could not think, but would not cease to speak.

If thy brother, the son of thy mother, or thy son, or thy
daughter, or the wife of thy read more

If thy brother, the son of thy mother, or thy son, or thy
daughter, or the wife of thy bosom, or thy friend, which is as
thine own soul, entice thee secretly, saying, Let us go and serve
other gods, which thou hast not known, thou, nor thy fathers.

If you would have a good wife, marry one who has been a good daughter.

If you would have a good wife, marry one who has been a good daughter.

Now voe me I can zing on my business abrode:
Though the storm do beat down on my poll,
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Now voe me I can zing on my business abrode:
Though the storm do beat down on my poll,
There's a wife brighten'd vire at the end of my road,
An' her love, voe the jay o' my soul.