Not long staid the bride—for, as old women say,
The meat in her shop was all spoil’d,
All her beef and her mutton were carried away,
And sold to buy caudle for Peggy the gay,
And biggins and pap for the child.
Four times in each year, when in judgment profound
The Quorum all doze on the Bench,
Is Roger brought up, and is forc’d to be bound,
With a friend, in the sum of at least forty pound,
To provide for the child and the wench.