Saturday Morning Dose of Puritan Poetry

Saturday, cigarette #1

Women are books in which we often spy
Some blotted lines, and sometimes lines awry,
And though perhaps some straight ones intervene,
In all of the errata may be seen.
If it be so I wish my wife were
An almanack – to change her every year.

An impromptu response:
“Women are books” — in this I do agree,
But men there are that can’t read A B C,
And more who have not genius to discern
The beauties of those books they attempt to learn.
For these an almanack may always hold
As much of Science as they can unfold.
Annis Boudinot Stockton