Must 'gainst him swear her life.
"The fine piano long ago,
Just after my last rout,
With candlesticks and cruets too,
Are all gone up the spout.
"And bills return'd, as I have heard,
Last week, one, two, or three;
And summonses for grocery—
'Tis nothing, though, to me.
"They live like cat and dog. I own