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To Mrs. Houghton Of Bourmont, On Praising Her Husband To Dr. Swift
By Jonathan Swift
You always are making a god of your spouse;
But this neither Reason nor Conscience allows;
Perhaps you will say, 'tis in gratitude due,
And you adore him, because he adores you.
Your argument's weak, and so you will find;
For you, by this rule, must adore all mankind.
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