Two Or Three: A Recipe To Make A Cuckold

Two or three visits, and two or three bows,
Two or three civil things, two or three vows,
Two or three kisses, with two or three sighs,
Two or three Jesus's, and let me dies,
Two or three squeezes, and two or three towses,
With two or three thousand pound lost at their houses,
Can never fail cuckolding two or three spouses.

Alexander Pope

Alexander Pope was an English poet, best known for his satirical verse, including 'The Rape of the Lock' and 'The Dunciad'. He is the second-most frequently quoted writer in The Oxford Dictionary of Quotations after Shakespeare. Pope was one of the greatest English poets and the foremost poet of the early 18th century. He also translated Homer. Despite suffering from numerous health problems, Pope made a significant impact on English literature and is remembered for his sharp wit and mastery of the heroic couplet.

Alexander Pope

Extemporaneous Lines On A Portrait Of Lady Mary Wortley Montague, Painted By Kneller.

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Epitaph I. On Charles Earl Of Dorset, In The Church Of Withyam, In Sussex.

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Epigram On One Who Made Long Epitaphs.[129]

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Two or three Posies
With two or three simples,
Two or three Noses
With two or three pimples,
Two or three wise men
And two or three ninny's,
Two or three guineas,
Two or three raps
At two or three doors,
Two or three naps
Of two or three hours,
Two or three Cats
And two or three mice,
Two or three sprats
At a very great price,
Two or three sandies
And two or three tabbies,
Two or three dandies
And two Mrs. ---
Two or three Smiles
And two or three frowns,
Two or three Miles
To two or three towns,
Two or three pegs
For two or three bonnets,
Two or three dove eggs
To hatch into sonnets.

John Keats

Plea For Trigamy, A

I've been trying to fashion a wifely ideal,
    And find that my tastes are so far from concise
That, to marry completely, no fewer than three'll
                    Suffice

I've subjected my views to severe atmospheric
    Compression, but still, in defiance of force,
They distinctly fall under three heads, like a cleric
                    Discourse.

My first must be fashion's own fancy-bred daughter,
    Proud, peerless, and perfect in fact, comme il faut;
A waltzer and wit of the very first water
                    For show.

But these beauties that serve to make all the men jealous,
    Once face them alone in the family cot,
Heaven's angels incarnate (the novelists tell us)
                    They're not.

Owen Seaman

Bird In The Hand, A

    There were three young maids of Lee;
    They were fair as fair can be,
    And they had lovers three times three,
    For they were fair as fair can be,
    These three young maids of Lee.
But these young maids they cannot find
A lover each to suit her mind;
The plain-spoke lad is far too rough,
The rich young lord is not rich enough,
The one is too poor, and one is too tall,
And one just an inch too short for them all.
"Others pick and choose, and why not we?
We can very well wait," said the maids of Lee.
    There were three young maids of Lee;
    They were fair as fair can be,
    And they had lovers three times three
    For they were fair as fair can be,
    These three young maids of Lee.

    There are three old maids of Lee,
 ...

Frederic Edward Weatherly

The Bucking-Tub

IF once in love, you'll soon invention find
And not to cunning tricks and freaks be blind;
The youngest 'prentice, when he feels the dart,
Grows wondrous shrewd, and studies wily art.
This passion never, we perceive, remains
In want from paucity of scheming brains.
The god of hearts so well exerts his force,
That he receives his dues as things of course.
A bucking-tub, of which a tale is told,
Will prove the case, and this I'll now unfold;
Particulars I heard some days ago,
From one who seemed each circumstance to know.

WITHIN a country town, no matter where,
Its appellation nothing would declare,
A cooper and his wife, whose name was Nan,
Kept house, and through some difficulties ran.
Though scanty were their means, LOVE thither flew;
And with him ...

Jean de La Fontaine

The Widow.

One widow at a grave will sob
A little while, and weep, and sigh!
If two should meet on such a job,
They'll have a gossip by and by.
If three should come together - why,
Three widows are good company!
If four should meet by any chance,
Four is a number very nice,
To have a rubber in a trice -
But five will up and have a dance!

Poor Mrs. C -    -    (why should I not
Declare her name? - her name was Cross)
Was one of those the "common lot"
Had left to weep "no common loss";
For she had lately buried then
A man, the "very best of men,"
A lingering truth, discovered first
Whenever men "are at the worst."

To take the measure of her woe,
It was some dozen inches deep -
I mean in crape, and hung so low,
It hid the drops she did <...

Thomas Hood

Translations. - Three Pairs And One. (From Genestet.)

You have two ears--and but one mouth:
Let this, friend, be a token--
Much should be heard, and not so much
        Be spoken.

You have two eyes--and but one mouth:
That is an indication--
Much must you see, but little serves
        Relation.

You have two hands--and but one mouth:
Receive the hint you meet with--
For labour two, but only one
        To eat with.

George MacDonald