When Flaccus on the gallows swung,
And chanced to see a brother-thief
Upon a loftier gibbet hung,
He grinned, and died in envious grief.
A quodam, mihi ignoto.
A man, that once before has married,
And longs again the noose to splice,
Is one, that has at sea miscarried,
And wishes to be shipwrecked twice.
Be this a caveat to all amorous widowers.