Thy wife is a constellation of virtues; she's the moon, and thou art the man in the moon.

And while the wicket falls behind Her steps, I thought if I could find A wife I need not blush to show I've little further now to go.

Now voe me I can zing on my business abrode: Though the storm do beat down on my poll, There's a wife brighten'd vire at the end of my road, An' her love, voe the jay o' my soul.

What is there in the vale of life Half so delightful as a wife, When friendship, love, and peace combine To stamp the marriage-bond divine?

She would rather be an old man's darling than a young man's warling.

Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.