Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 1, November 20, 1841 by Various
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These to provide for in a pleasant way, And, maybe, to avoid their chat and worry, He shuts up in a harem night and day-- With them contriving all his cares to bury-- A point of policy which, I should say, Sweetens the dose to men about to marry; For, though a wife's a charming thing enough, Yet, like all other blessings, _quantum suff_. So to my tale: Te-pott the Multifarious Was, once upon a time, a mandarin-- In personal appearance but precarious, Being incorrigibly bald and thin-- But then so rich, through jobs and pensions various, Obtain'd by voting with the party "in," That he maintain'd, in grace and honour too, Sixty-five years, and spouses fifty-two. Fifty-two wives! and still he went about Peering below the maiden ladies' veils-- Indeed, it _was_ said (but there hangs a doubt Of scandal on such gossip-whisper'd tales), He had a good one still to single out-- For all his wives had tongues, and _some_ had nails-- And still he hoped, though fifty-twice deferr'd, To find an angel in his fifty-third. In China, mind, and such outlandish places, A gentleman who wishes to be wed |
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