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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

And Adam said, This is the bone of my bones, and flesh of my
flesh: she shall be called read more

And Adam said, This is the bone of my bones, and flesh of my
flesh: she shall be called Woman, because she was taken out of
Man.

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.