And they were at the devil.
“What’s to be done,” Sir Thomas said one day,
“To drive Ennui away?
How is the evil to be parried?
What can remind me of my former life?—
Those happy days I spent in noise and strife!”
The last word struck him;—“Zounds!” says he,
“a Wife!”—
And so he married.
Muse! regulate your pace;—