For ever and for ay,
Till she grow as grey as a cat,
Good faith, Mr. Parson, I thank you for that.
An Appeal to Cats in the business of Love.
A SONG.
Ye cats that at midnight spit love at each other,
Who best feel the pangs of a passionate lover,
I appeal to your scratches and your tattered fur,
If the business of Love be no more than to purr.