BALLAD. (Than marriage and music can ought be…)

Than marriage and music can ought be more like? Both are bound and cemented by strong chords; Hymen's chains, tho' they gall, yet with ecstasy strike, Exactly like discords and concords:

Like hooting of owls and of bats on the wing, Strife all wedding happiness garbles, But when hearts born for pleasure in unison sing, 'Tis the mellow-ton'd nightingale warbles.

When the wife or the husband a note sounds too sharp, In alt both immediately soar; On family discords they mutually harp, Nor will either come down a note lower.

They like, &c.

All harmony's powers in wedlock we trace, Dutch harmony, not Italiano; She thunders the counter, he grumbles the bass, And the children squall out the soprano.

They like, &c.