From this stated axiom we cannot fly,
For this self-evident truth, is not a lie.
If Wedlock’s a lottery, as some maintain,
Then some will be losers, and some will gain;
If trusting to fate, or trusting to chance,
Powerless to act, as in nightmare or trance—
You marry a rake, or marry a shrew,
The blame must be laid, as it should be, on you,
