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Said Jones: “I’m glad my wife’s not clever;
Her intellect is second-rate.
If she was witty she would never
Give me a chance to scintillate;
But cap my humorous endeavour
And make me seem as addle-pate.”

Said Smith: “I’m glad my wife’s no beauty,
For if a siren’s charm she had,
And stinted her domestic duty,
I fear that she would drive me mad:
For I am one of those sad fellows
Who are unreasonably jealous.”

Said Brown: “”I know my wife’s not witty,
Nor is she very long on looks;
She’s neither humorous nor pretty,
But oh how she divinely cooks!
You guys must come some night to dinner –
You’ll see my little girl’s a winner.”

So it’s important in our lives,
(Exaggerating more or less),
To be content with our wives,
And prize the virtues they possess;
And with dispraise to turn one’s back
On all the qualities they lack.

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