English poem

On Matrimony

Tom prais'd his friend, who chang'd his state, For binding fast himself to Kate, In union so divine; 'Wedlock's the end of life,' he cried; 'Too true, alas,' said Jack and sigh'd, ''Twill be the end of mine.'

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