when we live no more, we may live ever.
To Margo
GAVIN EWART
In lifeâs rough-and-tumble
youâre the crumble on my apple crumble
and the fairy on my Christmas tree!
In lifeâs death-and-duty
youâve the beauty of the Beastâs own Beautyâ
I feel humble as a bumble-bee!
In lifeâs darkening duel
Iâm the lighter, youâre the lighter fuelâ
and the tide that sways my inland sea!
In lifeâs meet-and-muster
youâve the lustre of a diamond clusterâ
a blockbusterâjust a duster, me!
A Word to Husbands
OGDEN NASH
To keep your marriage brimming,
With love in the loving cup,
Whenever youâre wrong, admit it;
Whenever youâre right, shut up.
To the Ladies
LADY MARY CHUDLEIGH
Wife and servant are the same,
But only differ in the name:
For when that fatal knot is tied,
Which nothing, nothing can divide:
When she the word obey has said,
And man by law supreme has made,
Then all thatâs kind is laid aside,
And nothing left but state and pride:
Fierce as an Eastern prince he grows,
And all his innate rigour shows:
Then but to look, to laugh, or speak,
Will the nuptial contract break.
Like mutes she signs alone must make,
And never any freedom take:
But still be governed by a nod,
And fear her husband as a God:
Him still must serve, him still obey,
And nothing act, and nothing say,
But what her haughty lord thinks fit,
Who with the power, has all the wit.
Then shun, oh! shun that wretched state,
And all the fawning flattârers hate:
Value your selves, and men despise,
You must be proud, if youâll be wise.
The Female of the Species
RUDYARD KIPLING
When the Himalayan peasant meets the he-bear in his pride,
He shouts to scare the monster, who will often turn aside.
But the she-bear thus accosted rends the peasant tooth and nail.
For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.
When Nag the basking cobra hears the careless foot of man,
He will sometimes wriggle sideways and avoid it as he can.
But his mate makes no such motion where she camps beside the trail.
For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.
When the early Jesuit fathers preached to Hurons and Choctaws,
They prayed to be delivered from the vengeance of the squaws.
âTwas the women, not the warriors, turned those stark enthusiasts pale.
For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.
Manâs timid heart is bursting with the things he must not say,
For the Woman that God gave him isnât his to give away;
But when hunter meets with husband, each confirms the otherâs taleâ
The female of the species is more deadly than the male.
Man, a bear in most relationsâworm and savage otherwise,â
Man propounds negotiations, Man accepts the compromise.
Very rarely will he squarely push the logic of a fact
To its ultimate conclusion in unmitigated act.
Fear, or foolishness, impels him, ere he lay the wicked low,
To concede some form of trial even to his fiercest foe.
Mirth obscene diverts his anger! Doubt and Pity oft perplex
Him in dealing with an issueâto the scandal of The Sex!
But the Woman that God gave him, every fibre of her frame
Proves her launched for one sole issue, armed and engined for the same;
And to serve that single issue, lest the generations fail,
The female of the species must be deadlier than the male.
She who faces Death by torture for each life beneath her breast
May not deal in doubt or pityâmust not swerve for fact or jest.
These be purely male diversionsânot in these her honour dwells.
She the Other Law we live by, is that Law and nothing else.
She can bring no more to living than the powers that make her great
As the Mother of the Infant and the Mistress of the Mate!
And when Babe and Man are lacking and she strides unclaimed to claim
Her right as femme (and baron), her equipment is the same.
She is wedded to convictionsâin