'Tis founded on decrees of holy writ.
All Nature carefully the law reveres,
That gratitude and fealty endears.
NOW marriage works we rank as an estate,
And tithe is due for that at any rate.
We'll take it patiently, whate'er the toil:
Nor be o'er nice about the justful spoil.
Our order have not, you must surely know,
By many comforts, what we wish below.
'TIS right, however, that I now suggest,