Thy wishes shall be my wishes, thy tastes my tastes, and thy politics
my politics.
I shall have no personal opinions before thine and no other thought
before _thee_. Only my _tooth brush_ shall remain of all mine
individuality.
For lo, I have said in my heart, “Couldst thou love this man in a
shop-made suit and a polka dot tie? Couldst thou love him though he
lost his front hair? Couldst thou love him _without_ a collar?”
And my heart hath answered:
“Yea, verily! For I am the apple of his eye, and he is the source of
mine income. Therefore are we truly _mated_.”
Then, whatsoever thou doest, my beloved, it shall be right in my sight;
and whatsoever thou wearest thou shalt seem beautiful in mine eyes.
Even in thy _fishing_ clothes shall I adore thee; and if thou but
concedest to change thy collar and carry _one_ glove when we go forth
in public thou shalt appear sufficiently dressy unto _me_.
I shall take great care of thy digestion, and thy devotion will take
care of itself. I shall _not_ practise my cooking upon thee.
I shall believe whatsoever thou tellest me, even when I know it to be
_false_. I shall listen unto thy _fairy tales_ with respect.