Oh no,
Woe, woe!
With candour to digress,
Eliphalet’s wedding journey didn’t tremble with success.
He had not carried five miles his mouth-disputed face,
When his wedding garments parted in some inconvenient place;
He’d have given both his oxen to a wife that now was dead,
For her company two minutes with a needle and a thread.
But he pinned them up, with twinges of occasional distress,
Feeling that his wedding wouldn’t be a carnival of dress: