"Now, gentlemen, you might think this lucky husband would have been content with his good fortune, and let well enough alone; but no, he was for having a perfect wife—which was as if he would have had a white blackbird or a moral courtier or a wise king; so—
"'To the doctor he did her bring
For to cut her chattering string,
And he let her tongue on
The run, run, run.
In the morning she did rise,
And she filled his house with cries,
And she rattled in his ears like a
Drum, drum, drum.'
"Now the stupid oaf began to discover his blunder,—but perhaps you've had enough."