On Marriage

How happy a thing were a wedding,
And a bedding,
If a man might purchase a wife
For a twelvemonth and a day;
But to live with her all a man's life,
For ever and for aye,

Till she grows as grey as a cat,
Good faith, Mr. Parson, excuse me from that!
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