WHAT pleasure to me <br />A bridegroom would be! <br />When married we are, <br />They call us mamma. <br />No need then to sew, <br />To school we ne'er go; <br />Command uncontroll'd, <br />Have maids, whom to scold; <br />Choose clothes at our ease, <br />Of what tradesmen we please; <br />Walk freely about, <br />And go to each rout, <br />And unrestrained are <br />By papa or mamma.<br /><br />Johann Wolfgang von Goethe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/maiden-wishes/
