Art thou unto a helpmate bound? Then stick to her, my brother! But hast thou laid her in the ground? Don't go to seek another! Thou hast not sin'd, if thou hast wed, Like many of our number, But thou hast spread a thorny bed, And there alas! must slumber! St. Paul, Cor. I., 7, 27-28. O let thy fount of love be blest And let thy wife rejoice, Contented rest upon her breast And listen to her voice; Yea, be not ravish'd from her side Whom thou at first has chosen, Nor having tried one earthly bride Go sighing for a Dozen! Sol. Prov. V., 18-20.
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