Advice on Marriage
Never , boy, wed a wit. Man does not marry
To poise his reason 'gainst a quarrelling tongue;
But for sweet idleness. Chose I a wife,
I'd have her,—perhaps, fair,—certainly gentle;
True, if 'twere possible; and tender—oh!
As daylight when it melts in evening seas,
The waves all dark with slumber.
To poise his reason 'gainst a quarrelling tongue;
But for sweet idleness. Chose I a wife,
I'd have her,—perhaps, fair,—certainly gentle;
True, if 'twere possible; and tender—oh!
As daylight when it melts in evening seas,
The waves all dark with slumber.
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