Success in marriage is more than finding the right person: it is being the right person.

Outside are the storms and strangers: we — Oh, close, safe, warm sleep I and she, — I and she!

But there are times when patience proves at fault.

That great brow And the spirit-small hand propping it.

Rats They fought the dogs and killed the cats, And bit the babies in the cradles, And ate the cheeses out of the vats, And licked the soup from the cook's own ladles. Split open the kegs of salted sprats, Made nests inside men's Sunday hats, And even spoiled the women's chats By drowning their speaking With shrieking and squeaking In fifty different sharps and flats.

how sad and bad and mad it was - but then, how it was sweet

The only fault's with time; All men become good creatures: but so slow!