Or when up the river, almost sure to diskiver that it beats all to shiver the sweet Guadalquiver;
Or seeing death-fetches if the toothache one catches, making picturesque sketches of the houses of wretches;
Or with loud double knocks bring from Eber’s a box, to see “Box and Cox,” or pilfer one’s locks to mark their new socks;
Or, whilst you are singing a love song so stinging, they vow they’ll be swinging, or in serpentine springing, unless to them clinging your’ll go wedding-ringing, and for life mend their linen.
Now the gentlemen sure I’ve no wish to disparage,
But this is the way they go on before marriage.
After.
How do they do after marriage?
Oh, then nothing pleases ’em,
But everything teases ’em;