Classic Poem

Did but the law appoint us one,
Tired couples to release again,
What shoals of all degrees would run,
To break their matrimonial chain!
The widow old,
Herself and gold
Who to the healthy spendthrift gave;
And the rich churl,
Who took a girl,
Poor wretch! with one foot in the grave.

Prudes, who at men would never look,
Yet slyly tasted Hymen's joy;
And wild coquets, who husbands took,
When they could get no other toy:
Millions would try
The knot to untie:
Towards the goal of liberty,
Lord! what a throng
Would crowd along,
And in the midst my wife and me!