The source of half the plagues in life!
A poor man to a rich wife sold
Exchanges liberty for gold.
If she has nothing, then, ’tis true,
There is a different ill to rue;
For now he has, with all his need,
Two mouths instead of one to feed.
Perhaps she’s ugly; married life
Thenceforth is never-ending strife!
Perhaps she’s pretty; then your boast