Nor dread an interloper here,
Thou man of bushy whisker!
If, armed with poker and with pop,
Poor Spouse should be so rude now
As at this moment in to drop,
Faith! wouldn't he intrude now?
O, married dames! when lovers' sighs
Steal softly on your ear,
Shun the temptation, if you're wise—
The Devil's always near.