It World Be Well Had We More

I Chose My Wife, As She Did Her Wedding Gown, For Qualities That Would Wear Well.

In Two Opposite Opinions, If One Be Perfectly Reasonable, The Other Can't Be Perfectly Right.

And The Weak Soul, Within Itself Unbless'd, Leans For All Pleasure On Another's Breast.

Prudery Is Ignorance.

At Night Returning, Every Labour Sped, He Sits Him Down, The Monarch Of A Shed; Smiles By His Cheerful Fire, And Round Surveys His Children's Looks, That Brighten At The Blaze; While His Lov'd Partner, Boastful Of Her Hoard, Displays Her Cleanly Platter On The Board.