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All of a tenor was their after-life,
Dryden. Our friends are as true and our wives are as comely, And our home is still home, be it ever so homely.
The knife that cuts our love in two
Connubial love has dearer names,
There's nothing half so sweet in life
But a smooth and steadfast mind,
Gentle thoughts, and calm desires, Hearts with equal love combin'd, Kindle never-dying fires.
Thomas Carew. His wife is neither toss'd in boist'rous seas Of troublous world, nor lost in slothful ease.
Giles and Phineas Fletcher.
There is nae luck about the house,
There is nae luck at a',
She's better than she's bonnie.
There, when the sound of flute and fiddle
Winthrop M. Praed.
The Song of Hiawatha).
Use the man that you wed like your fav'rite guitar;
Garrick. When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married.
(Much Ado about Nothing). June 17.
My Turkey-slippers maun gae on,
My hose o' pearly blue ;
As long as this harp can be wakened to love,
And that eye its divine inspiration shall be,
Westland Marston, LL.D.