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Can I my friend with thee condole	B
Can I conceive the woes that try men	C
When late repentance racks the soul	B
Ensnared into the toils of hymen	D
Can I take part in such distress	E
Poor martyr most devoutly Yes	E
Thou weep'st because thy spouse has flown	F
To arms preferred before thine own	F
A faithless wife I grant the curse	G
And yet my friend it might be worse	G
Just hear another's tale of sorrow	H
And in comparing comfort borrow	H
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What dost thou think thyself undone	D
Because thy rights are shared with one	D
O happy man be more resigned	I
My wife belongs to all mankind	I
My wife she's found abroad at home	J
But cross the Alps and she's at Rome	J
Sail to the Baltic there you'll find her	K
Lounge on the Boulevards kind and kinder	K
In short you've only just to drop	L
Where'er they sell the last new tale	B
And bound and lettered in the shop	L
You'll find my lady up for sale	B
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She must her fair proportions render	K
To all whose praise can glory lend her	K
Within the coach on board the boat	M
Let every pedant take a note	M
Endure for public approbation	D
Each critic's close investigation	D
And brave nay court it as a flattery	N
Each spectacled Philistine's battery	N
Just as it suits some scurvy carcase	G
In which she hails an Aristarchus	G
Ready to fly with kindred souls	G
O'er blooming flowers or burning coals	G
To fame or shame to shrine or gallows	G
Let him but lead sublimely callous	G
A Leipsic man confound the wretch	O
Has made her topographic sketch	O
A kind of map as of a town	P
Each point minutely dotted down	P
Scarce to myself I dare to hint	Q
What this d d fellow wants to print	Q
Thy wife howe'er she slight the vows	G
Respects at least the name of spouse	G
But mine to regions far too high	R
For that terrestrial name is carried	S
My wife's The famous Ninon I	R
The gentleman that Ninon married	S
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It galls you that you scarce are able	B
To stake a florin at the table	B
Confront the pit or join the walk	T
But straight all tongues begin to talk	T
O that such luck could me befall	B
Just to be talked about at all	B
Behold me dwindling in my nook	U
Edged at her left and not a look	U
A sort of rushlight of a life	V
Put out by that great orb my wife	V
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Scarce is the morning gray before	W
Postman and porter crowd the door	W
No premier has so dear a levee	N
She finds the mail bag half its trade	X
My God the parcels are so heavy	N
And not a parcel carriage paid	X
But then the truth must be confessed	Y
They're all so charmingly addressed	Y
Whate'er they cost they well requite her	K
To Madame Blank the famous writer	K
Poor thing she sleeps so soft and yet	Z
'Twere worth my life to spare her slumber	K
Madame from Jena the Gazette	Z
The Berlin Journal the last number	K
Sudden she wakes those eyes of blue	B
Sweet eyes fall straight on the Review	B
I by her side all undetected	A2
While those cursed columns are inspected	A2
Loud squall the children overhead	B2
Still she reads on till all is read	B2
At last she lays that darling by	R
And asks What makes the baby cry	R
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Already now the toilet's care	C2
Claims from her couch the restless fair	C2
The toilet's care the glass has won	D
Just half a glance and all is done	D
A snappish pettish word or so	G
Warns the poor maid 'tis time to go	G
Not at her toilet wait the Graces	G
Uncombed Erynnys takes their places	G
So great a mind expands its scope	D2
Far from the mean details of soap	D2
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Now roll the coach wheels to the muster	K
Now round my muse her votaries cluster	K
Spruce Abbe Millefleurs Baron Herman	D
The English Lord who don't know German	D
But all uncommonly well read	B2
From matchless A to deathless Z	N
Sneaks in the corner shy and small	B
A thing which men the husband call	B
While every fop with flattery fires her	K
Swears with what passion he admires her	K
'Passion ' 'admire ' and still you're dumb	E2
Lord bless your soul the worst's to come	E2
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I'm forced to bow as I'm a sinner	K
And hope the rogue will stay to dinner	K
But oh at dinner there's the sting	F2
I see my cellar on the wing	F2
You know if Burgundy is dear	G2
Mine once emerged three times a year	G2
And now to wash these learned throttles	G
In dozens disappear the bottles	G
They well must drink who well do eat	H2
I've sunk a capital on meat	H2
Her immortality I fear a	I2
Death blow will prove to my Madeira	I2
It has given alas a mortal shock	J2
To that old friend my Steinberg hock	J2
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If Faust had really any hand	K2
In printing I can understand	K2
The fate which legends more than hint	Q
The devil take all hands that print	Q
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And what my thanks for all a pout	L2
Sour looks deep sighs but what about	L2
About O that I well divine	M2
That such a pearl should fall to swine	M2
That such a literary ruby	N
Should grace the finger of a booby	N
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Spring comes behold sweet mead and lea	N
Nature's green splendor tapestries o'er	K
Fresh blooms the flower and buds the tree	N
Larks sing the woodland wakes once more	W
The woodland wakes but not for her	K
From Nature's self the charm has flown	F
No more the Spring of earth can stir	K
The fond remembrance of our own	F
The sweetest bird upon the bough	N2
Has not one note of music now	N2
And oh how dull the grove's soft shade	X
Where once as lovers then we strayed	X
The nightingales have got no learning	F2
Dull creatures how can they inspire her	K
The lilies are so undiscerning	F2
They never say how they admire her	K
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In all this jubilee of being	F2
Some subject for a point she's seeing	F2
Some epigram to be impartial	B
Well turned there may be worse in Martial	B
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But hark the goddess stoops to reason	D
The country now is quite in season	D
I'll go What to our country seat	H2
No Travelling will be such a treat	H2
Pyrmont's extremely full I hear	O2
But Carlsbad's quite the rage this year	G2
Oh yes she loves the rural Graces	G
Nature is gay in watering places	G
Those pleasant spas our reigning passion	D
Where learned Dons meet folks of fashion	D
Where each with each illustrious soul	B
Familiar as in Charon's boat	M
All sorts of fame sit cheek by jowl	B
Pearls in that string the table d'hote	M
Where dames whom man has injured fly	R
To heal their wounds or to efface them	P2
While others with the waters try	R
A course of flirting just to brace them	P2
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Well there O man how light thy woes	G
Compared with mine thou need'st must see	N
My wife undaunted greatly goes	G
And leaves the orphans seven to me	N
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O wherefore art thou flown so soon	Q2
Thou first fair year Love's honeymoon	Q2
All dream too exquisite for life	V
Home's goddess in the name of wife	V
Reared by each grace yet but to be	N
Man's household Anadyomene	Q2
With mind from which the sunbeams fall	B
Rejoice while pervading all	B
Frank in the temper pleased to please	G
Soft in the feeling waked with ease	G
So broke as native of the skies	G
The heart enthraller on my eyes	G
So saw I like a morn of May	R2
The playmate given to glad my way	R2
With eyes that more than lips bespoke	F2
Eyes whence sweet words I love thee broke	F2
So Ah what transports then were mine	Q2
I led the bride before the shrine	Q2
And saw the future years revealed	S2
Glassed on my hope one blooming field	S2
More wide and widening more were given	Q2
The angel gates disclosing heaven	Q2
Round us the lovely mirthful troop	T2
Of children came yet still to me	N
The loveliest merriest of the group	T2
The happy mother seemed to be	N
Mine by the bonds that bind us more	W
Than all the oaths the priest before	W
Mine by the concord of content	U2
When heart with heart is music blent	U2
When as sweet sounds in unison	Q2
Two lives harmonious melt in one	Q2
When sudden O the villain came	V2
Upon the scene a mind profound	U2
A bel esprit who whispered Fame	V2
And shook my card house to the ground	U2
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What have I now instead of all	B
The Ed	U2