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.
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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.
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.]
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
To love, cherish, and to obey.
To love, cherish, and to obey.
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.
