Shakespeare.
"Marriageable foolish wenches are troublesome troops to keep."
Old Saw.
Come to my arms, my blushing maid,
Nor heed the padlock's strength;
Our love defies the Blacksmith's trade,
And I am yours—AT LENGTH!
Anon, the padlock we'll remove,
From where it lately hung;
And, if a scolding wife you prove,