O one to greet me with her tear-stained eyes, No one to doubt my quaint, fantastic lies, No one my foolish looks to criticize— Ah, but the knots, the KNOTS in marriage-ties! |
H Friend, could you and I, somehow, conspire, To grasp the Matrimonial Scheme entire, Would we not shatter it to bits—and then, Make of its bonds a rousing Funeral Pyre? |
YSELF, when young, did eagerly frequent The weddings of my friends on Bondage bent; But evermore thanked Fate, when I escaped Scot-free, by that same door wherein I went. |
NTO the fatal compact, why not knowing, I've seen them go, nor dream where they were going; Then out again, with shouts of "Westward, ho!" The bitter seeds of Alimony sowing! |
H well, they say that, sometimes, side by side, A cat and dog may peacefully abide. Perhaps—perhaps. But that is only when That cat and dog are not together tied! |