Life Is Like A Cup Of Tea,

Heaven Knows What I Have Not Been Through With, Since I Saw You-dust, Dirt, Dyspepsia, Hotels, Railroads, Prairies, Tobacco Juice.

In Virgil's Account Of The Good Housewife, Who Rises Early In Order To Measure Out The Work Of The Household, And In Solomon's Description Of The Thrifty Woman Of His Time, One Sees The Value Set Upon Feminine Industry And Economy In Times Far Removed From Our Own.

Mine Eyes Have Seen The Glory Of The Coming Of The Lord -

Hope Died As I Was Led Unto My Marriage Bed.

In The Nature Of Things, I Must Soon Lose Sight Of This Sense Of Constant Metamorphosis Whose Limits Bound Our Human Life.