English poem
By a gentleman who lived upon ill terms with his wife
by Anonymous
Ye Gods, ye gave to me a Wife, Out of your wanted favor, To be the comfort of my life; And I was glad to have her.
But if your Providence divine, For greater bliss design her, T' obey your will at any time, I'm ready to resign her.
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