Was awaked by the cry, “Sir, your lady is dead!”
He heard, and returning to slumber, quoth he,
“In the morn, when I wake, oh, how grieved I shall be!”
February Fifteenth
Thanks, my good friend, for the advice,
But marriage is a thing so nice,
That he who means to take a wife
Had better think on’t all his life.
February Sixteenth
Why are those tears, why droops your head?