’Twill bear two names, mine and hisen.
Methinks ’twould colder make the stun
If but one name, the name of she
Should linger there alone, alone,
How different when the name of he
Does also deck the funeral urn
Two wedded names, his name and hurn.
And sweeter yet, oh! blessed lot
Oh! state most dignified and blest
To be a widder calmly sot