Beware, though, while you thus importune,
Don't get the girl, and miss the fortune.
I knew a brother of our craft,
Who slyly tied the knot, and laugh'd
To think Papa must prove forgiving,
And find them both the means of living:
And so he did, (here fain I'd stop,)
He fix'd them in a fruit'rer's shop!
With final 'leave'—a precious warning—
To "send for 'orders' every morning!"