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قراءة كتاب The Rubáiyát of a Bachelor
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اللغة: English
الصفحة رقم: 4
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NTO the fatal compact, why not knowing,
I've seen them go, nor dream where they were going; Then out again, with shouts of "Westward, ho!" The bitter seeds of Alimony sowing! |
H well, they say that, sometimes, side by side,
A cat and dog may peacefully abide. Perhaps—perhaps. But that is only when That cat and dog are not together tied! |
FT, to some patient married man I turn,
The secret of his dumb content to learn, But lip-to-ear, he mutters, "Fool, beware! This is the path, whence there is no return!" |
BUT, LIP-TO-EAR, HE MUTTERS, "FOOL, BEWARE!"H, threats of Hell, and hopes of Paradise!
One thing is certain—when a Husband dies, No wife shall greet him there with "Where's" or "Why's" Nor mock with laughter his most subtle lies! |
O matter whether up or down he goes,
He neither cares nor questions, I suppose; Since Death can hold no bitterness for him, Because—because—Oh well, he knows, HE KNOWS! |
OULD you the spangle of existence spend
In Matrimony? Slow about, my Friend! A maiden's hair is more oft false than true, And on the chemist may her blush depend. |
MAIDEN'S hair is more oft false than true!
Aye, and her Modiste is, perchance, the clue, Could you but know it, to her sylph-like grace, And, peradventure, to her Figure, too. |
HY, for this NOTHING, then, should you provoke
The gods, or lightly don the galling yoke Of unpermitted pleasure, under pain Of Alimony-until-Death, if broke? |
HY, when to-day your bills are promptly paid,
Assume the whims of some capricious maid, Incur the debts you never did contract, And yet must settle? Oh, the sorry trade! |
I SWORE—BUT WAS I SOBER WHEN I SWORE?O "settle down and marry," oft of yore,
I swore—but was I sober when I swore? And then there came another girl—and I Turned gaily to the old Love-Game, once more. |
ND, much as I repented things like this,
And fondly dreamed of sweet Domestic Bliss, I sometimes wonder what a wife can give, One half so thrilling as a stolen kiss! |