The Poetry Corner

Mutual Forbearance Necessary To The Happiness Of The Married State.

By William Cowper

The lady thus addressd her spouse What a mere dungeon is this house! By no means large enough; and was it, Yet this dull room, and that dark closet, Those hangings with their worn-out graces, Long beards, long noses, and pale faces, Are such an antiquated scene, They overwhelm me with the spleen. Sir Humphrey, shooting in the dark, Makes answer quite beside the mark: No doubt, my dear, I bade him come, Engaged myself to be at home, And shall expect him at the door Precisely when the clock strikes four. You are so deaf, the lady cried (And raised her voice, and frownd beside), You are so sadly deaf, my dear, What shall I do to make you hear? Dismiss poor Harry! he replies; Some people are more nice than wise: For one slight trespass all this stir? What if he did ride whip and spur, Twas but a mileyour favourite horse Will never look one hair the worse. Well, I protest tis past all bearing Child! I am rather hard of hearing Yes, trulyone must scream and bawl: I tell you, you cant hear at all! Then, with a voice exceeding low, No matter if you hear or no. Alas! and is domestic strife, That sorest ill of human life, A plague so little to be feard, As to be wantonly incurrd, To gratify a fretful passion, On every trivial provocation? The kindest and the happiest pair Will find occasion to forbear; And something every day they live To pity, and perhaps forgive. But if infirmities, that fall In common to the lot of all, A blemish or a sense impaird, Are crimes so little to be spared, Then farewell all that must create The comfort of the wedded state; Instead of harmony, tis jar, And tumult, and intestine war. The love that cheers lifes latest stage, Proof against sickness and old age, Preserved by virtue from declension, Becomes not weary of attention; But lives, when that exterior grace, Which first inspired the flame, decays. Tis gentle, delicate, and kind, To faults compassionate or blind, And will with sympathy endure Those evils it would gladly cure: But angry, coarse, and harsh expression, Shows love to be a mere profession; Proves that the heart is none of his, Or soon expels him if it is.