Ellis Parker Butler (Эллис Паркер Батлер)

To Marguerite

So great my debt to thee, I know my life
  Is all too short to pay the least I owe,
And though I live it all in that sweet strife,
  Still shall I be insolvent when I go.
Bid, then, thy Bailiff Cupid come to me
  And bind and lead me wheresoe’er thou art,
And let me live in sweet captivity
  Within the debtor’s prison of thy heart.

1. A Culinary Puzzle
2. The Final Tax
3. To Jessica, Gone Back to the City
4. Womanly Qualms
5. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

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