To join till death dissolves;---Ay, there’s the rub;
For in that space what dull remorse may come,
When we have taken our solemn leave of liberty,
Must give us pause.——There’s the respect
That slacks our speed in suing for a change.
Else---who would bear the scorns and sneers which bachelors
When aged feel, the pains and flatt’ring fevers
Which each new face must give to roving fancy,
When he might rid himself at once of all
By a bare Yes. Who would with patience bear