Ope! Who? A friend! What wouldst obtain?
Advice! Whereof? Is't well to wed?
I wish to marry. What's your pain?
No wife have I for board and bed,
By whom my house is wisely led.
One meek and fair I wish to gain,
Young, wealthy too, and nobly bred;
You're crazybatter out your brain.
Consider! Grief can you sustain?
Women have tempers bold and dread;
When for a dish of eggs you're fain,
Broth, cheese, you'll have before you spread:
Now free, you'll be a slave instead
When married, you yourself have slain.
Think well. My first resolve is said;
You're crazybatter out your brain.
No wife will be like her you feign;
On angry words you shall be fed,
So shall you bitterly complain,
With woes too hard to bear, bested:
Better a life in forest led
Than of such beast to bear the strain.
No ! The sweet fancy fills my head;
You're crazybatter out your brain.
Envoy.
Soon you will long that you were dead
When married; seek in street or lane
Some love. No! Passion bids me wed.
You're crazybatter out your brain.
