But first the lover is by lawyers tied, }
To settle jointure-chimnies on the bride. }
So thick they couple in so short a space,
That Martin's marriage-offerings rise apace.
Their ancient houses, running to decay,
Are furbished up, and cemented with clay:
They teem already; store of eggs are laid,
And brooding mothers call Lucina's aid.
}
Fame spreads the news, and foreign fowls appear, }