By the Same

Adam alone cou'd not be easy, So he must have a wife, an't please ye: But how did he procure this wife, To chear his solitary life? Why, from a rib cut off his side Was form'd this necessary bride. But how did he the pain beguile? Pho! he slept sweetly all the while. But when this rib was re-applied, In woman's form to Adam's side, How then, I pray you, did it answer? He never slept so sweet again, Sir.