The World's Wit and Humor

Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: Eustache Deschamps Advice to a Friend on Marriage Ope Who ? A friend What wouldst obtain ? Advice Whereof ? Is't well to wed ? I wish to marry. What's your pain? No wife have I for board and bed, By whom my house is wisely led. One meek and fair I wish to gain, Young, wealthy, too, and nobly bred; You're...
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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: Eustache Deschamps Advice to a Friend on Marriage Ope Who ? A friend What wouldst obtain ? Advice Whereof ? Is't well to wed ? I wish to marry. What's your pain? No wife have I for board and bed, By whom my house is wisely led. One meek and fair I wish to gain, Young, wealthy, too, and nobly bred; You're crazy?batter out your brain Consider Grief can you sustain ? Women have tempers bold and dread; When for a dish of eggs you're fain, Broth, cheese, you'll have before you spread: Now free, you'll be a slave instead? When married, you yourself have slain. Think well. My first resolve is said; You're crazy?batter out your brain No wife will be like her you feign; On angry words you shall be fed, So shall you bitterly complain, With woes too hard to bear, bested: Better a life in forest led Than of such beast to bear the strain. No The sweet fancy fills my head; You're crazy?batter out your brain Envoy Soon you will long that you were dead When married; seek in street or lane Some love. No Passion bids me wed; You're crazy?batter out your brain Franfois Villon Ballad of Proverbs Goats scrape so long they spoil their bed; Pitchers till split to wells are ta'en; Iron is heated till 'tis red, And hammered till it bursts in twain; Man's worth, just how the child we train; Who travel far will disappear; 1ll bred will ill through life remain; We call out Christmas till 'tis here. Men jest till power to laugh has fled; Who leans on others, hopes in vain; Waste leads to want is truly said; One bird in hand beats chance of twain; God's love doth love of Church sustain; Much giving is to borrowing near; The wind shifts till it brings the rain; We call out Christmas till 'tis here. Dogs li...