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 So when I am on the look out for a wife,
 * I'll take, pretty Valentine, you,

With your wig, and your gooseberry eyes, and your cap,
 * And your other et cæteras, too.

I, that from youth to sixty-three, Have from the snares of love kept free, And 'gainst the sex would hardly rail, Till that and coughing made me pale,