Well, this model of mine is married, of course,
For how could a bachelor be one?
So I gauge him by marital morals and force;
As a husband, he merits a crown for a cross,
For he acts as a beau instead of a boss—
I’d go to the moon to see one.
He seldom or never goes out after night,
As other men do, less devoted.
To lodges and clubs, and to see every sight,
Whether it be wrong or whether it be right;