When you find a good wife, Nature urges to marry;
But art thou a bachelor, never complain;
Less sail you display, but less burden you carry,
And over yourself like a king you may reign.
’Tis pleasant to hear children prattling around you,
Thank Heaven you’ve arrows enough for your bow;
But if you love quiet, they’ll only confound you,
So if now you have none—may it ever be so!
5.
Art young? then rejoice in thy youth,—give the pinion