For seven times blessed is my friend Jones.
In logical order the eighth arrived,
And, take it from me, they all revived;
With one accord and high hearted aim,
They gave to the eighth the greatest name;
They all prepared with love’s sweet loans,
To make him the most famous of my friend Jones.
But youth is still his, and his good wife’s too,
His only sweetheart forever true;
And the Father’ll be pleased their quiver to fill,