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Thoughts about marriage

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In the blithe days of honeymoon,
With Kate’s allurements smitten,
I lov’d her late, I lov’d her soon,
And call’d her dearest kitten.
But now my kitten’s grown a cat,
And cross like other wives.
O! By my soul my honest Mat,
I fear she has nine lives.
James Boswell