 Let still the woman take An elder than herself; so wears she to him, So sways she level in her husband's heart. For, boy, however we do praise ourselves, Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn, Than women's...  The Metropolitan - Page 931846Full view - About this book
 | Ruth Nevo - Drama - 2005 - 264 pages
...wife. The latter'schoice, 'About youryears, my Lord', would be Too old, by heaven. Let still the woman take An elder than herself, so wears she to him; So sways she level in her husband's heart. For, boy, however we do praise ourselves, Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, More longing, wavering,... | |
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