A Complaint About His Wife

My flax is on the hen-roost as black as the scraws, and my shirt as tawny as the skin of the seal; I must needs buy linen for a shirt, unwillingly or perforce, though my wife is alive.
I must needs buy linen for a shirt, unwillingly or perforce, though my wife is alive; I must needs after that throw myself upon the pity of the lasses, asking that it be washed, though my wife is alive.
I must needs after that throw myself upon the pity of the lasses, asking that it be washed, though my wife is alive; she is slow with her hands and bold of speech — what has left me like no one else is that my wife is alive.
She is slow with her hands and bold of speech — what has left me like no one else is that my wife is alive; 'tis no small cause of displeasure, when I am not short of sheep, to be buying cloth, though my wife is alive.
'Tis no small cause of displeasure, when I am not short of sheep, to be buying cloth, though my wife is alive; and though it is not much to say, I am ashamed at times to be reduced to thigging sewing thread, though my wife is alive.
Though it is not much to say, I am ashamed at times to be reduced to thigging sewing thread, though my wife is alive; and the lasses will not suffer me to struggle or caress — they heard of a truth that my wife is alive.
The lasses will not suffer me to struggle or caress — they heard of a truth that my wife is alive; alas! that I was not without her in Virginia, where it would not be told of me that my wife is alive.
Alas! that I was not without her in Virginia, where it would not be told of me that my wife is alive; I would send a messenger ahead of me to the outskirts of every parish who would tell plainly that my wife was not alive.
I would send a messenger ahead of me to the outskirts of every parish who would tell plainly that my wife was not alive; I would find a young one there who would please my mind, and she would never hear that my wife is alive.
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