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If worth were not a thing more rare	A
Than beauty in this planet fair	A
There would be then less need of care	A
About the contracts Hymen closes	B
But beauty often is the bait	C
To love that only ends in hate	C
And many hence repent too late	C
Of wedding thorns from wooing roses	B
My tale makes one of these poor fellows	D
Who sought relief from marriage vows	E
Send back again his tedious spouse	F
Contentious covetous and jealous	G
With nothing pleased or satisfied	H
This restless comfort killing bride	H
Some fault in every one descried	H
Her good man went to bed too soon	I
Or lay in bed till almost noon	I
Too cold too hot too black too white	H
Were on her tongue from morn till night	H
The servants mad and madder grew	J
The husband knew not what to do	J
'Twas 'Dear you never think or care '	K
And 'Dear that price we cannot bear '	K
And 'Dear you never stay at home '	K
And 'Dear I wish you would just come '	K
Till finally such ceaseless dearing	L
Upon her husband's patience wearing	L
Back to her sire's he sent his wife	M
To taste the sweets of country life	M
To dance at will the country jigs	N
And feed the turkeys geese and pigs	N
In course of time he hoped his bride	H
Might have her temper mollified	H
Which hope he duly put to test	H
His wife recall'd said he	O
'How went with you your rural rest	H
From vexing cares and fashions free	O
Its peace and quiet did you gain	P
Its innocence without a stain '	K
'Enough of all ' said she 'but then	Q
To see those idle worthless men	Q
Neglect the flocks it gave me pain	P
I told them plainly what I thought	H
And thus their hatred quickly bought	H
For which I do not care not I '	K
'Ah madam ' did her spouse reply	R
'If still your temper's so morose	S
And tongue so virulent that those	D
Who only see you morn and night	H
Are quite grown weary of the sight	H
What then must be your servants' case	T
Who needs must see you face to face	T
Throughout the day	H
And what must be the harder lot	H
Of him I pray	H
Whose days and nights	U
With you must be by marriage rights	U
Return you to your father's cot	H
If I recall you in my life	M
Or even wish for such a wife	M
Let Heaven in my hereafter send	H
Two such to tease me without end '	K

Jean De La Fontaine

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