For I will be bound,
There are nine out of ten in love all the year round.
Stoics may preach against love if they please,
Still, still I’ll declare it a pleasure;
For though a fair maiden may often times tease,
Still the girl of my heart is a treasure.
Its praise let us sound, &c.
Husbands may say when they’re wed a few years,
A wife’s a hard bargain to deal with;
But I value not their lamentations and tears,