And exercise, and heartes suffisance :
The goute let her nothing for to dance,
Ne apoplexy shente not her head;

No wine ne drank she, neither white nor red;

Her board was served with white and black,

Milk and brown bread, in which she found no lack; Seinde bacon, and sometimes an egg or tway,

For she was as it were a manner day.

Chaucer.

As a Wife.

She is so conjunctive to my life and soul,
That as the star moves not but in his sphere,
I could not, but by her.

Shakespeare.

I feel my spirit humbled when you call

My love of home a virtue: 'tis the part

Yourself have play'd has fix'd me; for the heart
Will anchor where its treasure is; and small

As is the love I bear you; 'tis my all-
The widow's mite, compared with your desert:
You and our quiet room, then, are the mart
Of all my thoughts; 'tis there they rise and fall.
The parent bird that in its wanderings
O'er hill and dale, through copse and leafy spray,

Sees nought to lure his constant heart away
From her who gravely sits with furlèd wings,
Watching their mutual charge: howe'er he roam,
His eye still fixes on his mossy home.

Clarke.

The true one of youth's love, proving a faithful helpmate in those years when the dream of life is over, and we live in its realities.

Southey.

Her best Attractions as a Wife.

Ye fair married dames, who so often deplore
That a lover once blest is a lover no more,
Attend to my counsel, nor blush to be taught

That prudence must cherish what beauty has caught.

The bloom of your cheek, and the glance of your eye,
Your roses and lilies, may make the men sigh;
But roses, and lilies, and sighs pass away,
And passion will die as your beauties decay.

Use the
man that you wed like your fav'rite guitar-
Though music in both, they are both apt to jar;
How tuneful and soft from a delicate touch,
Not handled too roughly, nor play'd on too much!

The sparrow and linnet will feed from your hand,
Grow tame at your kindness, and come at command:
Exert with your husband the same happy skill,
For hearts, like young birds, may be tamed to your

will.

Be gay and good humour'd, complying and kind, Turn the chief of your care from your face to your mind; 'Tis thus that a wife may her conquests improve,

And Hymen shall rivet the fetters of Love.

Garrick.