Death call’d aside the jocund groom
With him into another room:
And looking grave,—“You must,” says he,
“Quit your sweet bride, and come with me.”
“With you! and quit my Susan’s side!
With you!” the hapless husband cry’d:
“Young as I am; ’tis monstrous hard;
Besides, in truth, I’m not prepar’d:
My thoughts on other matters go,
This is my wedding-night, you know.”