How he must pine and languish, groan and grieve,
And every day in ease and peace to dine,
And rest in comfort! - What a heart is mine!”
TALE XVIII.
THE WAGER.
’Tis thought your deer doth hold you at a bay.
I choose her for myself;
If she and I are pleased, what’s that to you?
Let’s send each one to his wife,
And he whose wife is most obedient