To go to matins every day;

He jogg’d his Bride, as soon as it was light,

Crying, “my dear, ’tis time for us to pray.”—

This custom he establish’d, very soon,

After his honey-moon.

Wives of this age might think his zeal surprising;

But much his pious lady did it please,

To see her Husband, every morning, rising,

And going, instantly, upon his knees.

Never, I ween,