Clerks will no time have to lunch, dine, or sup,
And parsons just now will begin to look up!
To churches, indeed, this will be a God-send,
Goldsmiths be selling off rings without end;
For now, you’ll not find from castle to cot,
A single man living who married is not!
Our cups to the dregs, &c., &c.
But hence with all quibbling, for now I’ll have done,
Though all I have said has been purely in fun;
May the Queen and the King shine like Venus and Mars,