You’re call’d upon for “How do, Jack?”
One hundred times a day, at least.
A friend of his one evening said,
As home he took his pensive way,
“Upon my soul, I fear Jack’s dead—
I’ve seen him but three times to-day!”
ON TAKING A WIFE
“Come, come,” said Tom’s father, “at your time of life,
There’s no longer excuse for thus playing the rake.—
It is time you should think, boy, of taking a wife.”—