Like whirlwinds disturbing a night’s repose,
Came whispered breathings; then loud cries arose,
Some boldly cursed this matrimonial life,
Some cursed the old man, and some cursed the wife.
As ancient Hero’s are renown’d in song
For rescuing virtue from the oppressor’s wrong,
So let these stand on the historic page
As the great living bombasts of the age;
In the great sermons they do daily preach,