Is it well to wish thee happy? Having known me thus to drop
To a man with lots of money, but who keeps a retail shop?
Yet it shall be! thou shalt lower still, in spite of all his pelf,
Till from sad reverses you may have to sweep it out yourself.
As the gent is, so the lady; thou art mated to a snob,
And he’ll sink thee to his level, in a cheap Excursion mob.
He will treat thee, when he wearies on thy jaded face to look,
Something better than his strop, but more as if thou wert his cook.
What is this? His speech is hazy—think not he has had too much.
Go to him—it is thy duty—you re his wife—behave as such.