One wife is too much for most husbands to bear, But two at a time there's no mortal can bear.
In beauty faults conspicuous grow; The smallest speck is seen on snow.
Is there no hope? the sick man said, The silent doctor shook his head, And took his leave with signs of sorrow, Despairing of his fee to-morrow.
A man is always afraid of a woman that loves him too much
Follow love and it will flee, flee love and it will follow thee.
Thus shadow owes its birth to light.