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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=539068" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To My Bride (Whoever She May Be)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh! little maid! - (I do not know your name<br>Or who you are, so, as a safe precaution<br>I'll add) - Oh, buxom widow! married dame!<br>(As one of these must be your present portion)<br>Listen, while I unveil prophetic lore for you,<br>And sing the fate that Fortune has in store for you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You'll marry soon - within a year or twain -<br>A bachelor of CIRCA two and thirty:<br>Tall, gentlemanly, but extremely plain,<br>And when you're intimate, you'll call him &quot;BERTIE.&quot;<br>Neat - dresses well; his temper has been classified<br>As hasty; but he's very quickly pacified.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You'll find him working mildly at the Bar,<br>After a touch at two or three professions,<br>From easy affluence extremely far,<br>A brief or two on Circuit - &quot;soup&quot; at Sessions;<br>A pound or two from whist and backing horses,<br>And, say three hundred from his own resources.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Quiet in harness; free from serious vice,<br>His faults are not particularly shady,<br>You'll never find him &quot;SHY&quot; - for, once or twice<br>Already, he's been driven by a lady,<br>Who parts with him - perhaps a poor excuse for him -<br>Because she hasn't any further use for him.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh! bride of mine - tall, dumpy, dark, or fair!<br>Oh! widow - wife, maybe, or blushing maiden,<br>I've told YOUR fortune; solved the gravest care<br>With which your mind has hitherto been laden.<br>I've prophesied correctly, never doubt it;<br>Now tell me mine - and please be quick about it!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You - only you - can tell me, an' you will,<br>To whom I'm destined shortly to be mated,<br>Will she run up a heavy MODISTE'S bill?<br>If so, I want to hear her income stated<br>(This is a point which interests me greatly).<br>To quote the bard, &quot;Oh! have I seen her lately?&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Say, must I wait till husband number one<br>Is comfortably stowed away at Woking?<br>How is her hair most usually done?<br>And tell me, please, will she object to smoking? <br>The colour of her eyes, too, you may mention:<br>Come, Sibyl, prophesy - I'm all attention.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Schwenck+Gilbert">William Schwenck Gilbert</a><div class=q>
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Or who you are, so, as a safe precaution
I'll add) - Oh, buxom widow! married dame!
(As one of these must be your present portion)
Listen, while I unveil prophetic lore for you,
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