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Wife, which is

outh; for his flattery is sweeter than wi

ubble, and in the morning it stan

Turkish towel, whi

light, which resembleth a

y hat. Thy breath i

pajamas, when thy face is

iful are

habits. Yea, unto these thou art

e before, that shalt thou do

orning, once in the evening,

as unto thy reputation. Thou calle

ie's tail which hath lost its "wag"! But thy heart, oh, my Belo

nto thee as the memory of yesterday

th many times, I, thy wife,

" upon my name; thou hast glo

e thy doormat. Yea, I

rejoicing, and the replacing of

ll I clean thy safety razor a

my dressing table and strew

burned and my lace curtains consu

s and there is naugh

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ongs, which i

as a rib, and all my way

he took himself. For him did I rus

ing paper. All his opinions were right in min

mine Income. And in him I saw nothing funny;

e my mirth. He waxed satirical at the number of my puffs, and my coiffure was a daily target for his wit.

he made of me

, I see him as he is. Therefore shal

ed unto one of these? For he, that seemeth a thing of beauty and

g of his shoulders is not hidden from her. His grouche

ir. He hath borrowed my powder for his chin, and with my perfume hath he anoin

ve said unto him, "My love, thy judgment is ab

s one that sippeth a

cooed unto

d thine acumen are greater t

observed hi

e cri

For thy shoulders are better than Faversh

straightwa

octogenarians addressed as "Silly Boy". The fat man have I

these wer

d with better fairy tales, and thei

n mine hand; and, even as a child

dds, but she that fisheth for amusement casteth her nets in

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rl, which she chanteth cont

liness of the Summer Resort, and f

without a Man, and the hollowness of li

grafter and the plato

ng stamps. And the other is as a wet powder-rag which sticketh, but availeth nothing. Veri

er than spring asparagus and more te

than last year's canned goods, and toug

eth the same old love-tunes night after n

t that cometh down ov

his impudence, for an whole week-end, he shall depart; and the scorners shall del

on by a by-path, oh, hide me! For lo, I am not a consolation

that playeth ragtime; from the bathing suit that117 shrinketh, and the nose that peeleth; from mosquitoes

n-bons and stay

of the fishermaiden; that I may, peradventure, find, one eligible, who shall rescue

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te which the Wise Virgi

mercy, I beseech Thee,

a sense of humor! And the great

nor for love; for, having a level head, and a sof

l not crave. Yea, though one husband be all that is granted un

e by one, I shall not be cast down. For, a cheerful disposition shall

build mine own bungalow; though my frocks be made o

yself seriously, neither be filled

joke; and a woman that dallyeth with illusions is as a b

tosh, off which the lemons, that fate casteth at me, shall roll as water. Verily, verily, a woman without a sense of humor is

I pray thee, th

augh, and the point of thei

ath; neither wither under their sa

all dwell in the enjoyment of life, repa

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is the Song of the Bride, which containeth

hou hast chosen me out of the mult

m spinsterhood and led me

nd is u

thy C

es, thy tastes my tastes, a

and no other thought before thee. Only my too

shop-made suit and a polka dot tie? Couldst thou love him though

heart hat

is eye, and he is the source of mine

all be right in my sight; and whatsoever thou

t concedest to change thy collar and carry one glove when we g

and thy devotion will take care of itself.

, even when I know it to be false. I shall

thine imagination a

e passeth as the whirlwind, but friend

laugh at thee,

t murmur, but shall urge thee on with my cheer

thy razor, and thy morning

m mine hands. Thou shalt hav

babe, that thou mayest rest under thy favorite delusion. Whosoever spe

e in order that I may be happy with t

oubled; for I shall not be

s unto thee; even a wife, an angel,

l be thine

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