To love, cherish, and to obey.

To love, cherish, and to obey.

A woman needs a stronger head than her own for counsel--she
should marry.
[Sp., Una muger no tiene.
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A woman needs a stronger head than her own for counsel--she
should marry.
[Sp., Una muger no tiene.
Valor para el consejo, y la conviene Casarse.]

My most brilliant achievement was my ability to be able to
persuade my wife to marry me.

My most brilliant achievement was my ability to be able to
persuade my wife to marry me.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Cursed be the man, the poorest wretch in life,
The crouching vassal, to the tyrant wife,
Who read more

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.