So the luckless appointment was toss’d in the fire,
And the office—was given to another,
Oh! beware, young men, of a musical wife,
For Eliza’s fine voice is the plague of my life!
Yet they tell me, alas! that I ought, to be blest,
In a wife with so perfect an ear—
Deaf husbands!—Oh, knew ye the blessings of rest,
Ye would ne’er be so anxious to hear!
I, alas! have discover’d my folly too late—
Take Warning by me whilst you can—