In the '20s they were telling us wed all have our own private plane and take vacations to the moon.
In the '20s they were telling us wed all have our own private plane and take vacations to the moon.
For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war, Was to wed the fair Ellen of Lochinvar.
O month when they who love must love and wed.
The trouble with wedlock is that there's not enough wed and too much lock.
People hurry and work and swear,
Laugh and grumble and die and wed,
Ponder what they will eat and wear, --
Don't they know that our love is dead?
We knew we?d never find someone called Rock Hard, which was our ideal name, and for a while we toyed with the idea of just creating the character but never letting him get seen.
If you did wed my sister for her wealth,
Then for her wealth's sake use her with more kindness;
Or, if you like elsewhere, do it by stealth;
Muffle your false love with some show of blindness;
Let not my sister read it in your eye;
Be not thy tongue thy own shame's orator;
Look sweet, speak fair, become disloyalty;
Apparel vice like virtue's harbinger;
Bear a fair presence, though your heart be tainted;
Teach sin the carriage of a holy saint;
Be secret-false.
Blessings on thee, maiden fair, bare back, bare legs, bare here and there With thy funny pantaloons and thy praising modern tunes With thy red lips, redder still, smeared with rouge, til fit to kill. With the face cream on thy face, for thy blouse a bit of lace Outward sunshine, inward joy, wed nothing like you when I was a boy.
And Thought leapt out to wed with Thought Ere Thought could wed itself with Speech.
I'm working 2 days a week right now, narration usually on Wed., and host on camera on Friday.
Sweetheart, take this, a soldier said,
And bid me brave good-by;
It may befall we ne'er shall wed,
But love can never die.
It were all one That I should love a bright particular star And think to wed it, he is so above me.
Day, night, late, early,
At home, abroad, alone, in company,
Waking or sleeping, still my care hath been
To have her match'd; and having now provided
A gentleman of princely parentage,
Of fair demesnes, youthful, and nobly train'd,
Stuff'd, as they say, with honourable parts,
Proportion'd as one's thought would wish a man-
And then to have a wretched puling fool,
A whining mammet, in her fortune's tender,
To answer 'I'll not wed, I cannot love;
I am too young, I pray you pardon me'!
Men are April when they woo, December when they wed. Maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives.
If England was what England seems, And not the England of our dreams But only putty, brass, and paint, Ow wed chuck er but she aint.
Whoever, fleeing marriage and the sorrows that women cause, does not wish to wed comes to a deadly old age.
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© 2020 Inspirational Stories