HE that marries a merry lass, He has most cause to be sad: For let her go free in her merry tricks, She'll work his patience mad. But he that marries a scold, a scold, He has most cause to be merry: For when she's in her fits, He may cherish his wits, With singing, hey down derry! He that weds a roaring girl, That will both scratch and fight, Though he study all day To make her away, Will be glad to please her at night. And he that copes with a sullen wench, That scarce will speak at all, Her doggedness more Than a scold or a whore Will penetrate his gall. He that's matched with a turtle dove, That has no spleen about her, Shall waste so much life, In love of his wife, He had better be without her. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CELEBRATION by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS BUNCHES OF GRAPES by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE THE HOUSE OF LIFE: JENNY by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI IN SCHOOL-DAYS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER ON THOSE THAT HATED 'THE PLAYBOY OF THE WESTERN WORLD' by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE SOFTNESS OF SYBARIS by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |