Three Weeks After Marriage

Willy after courting long, Married me on Sunday, All that day I held my tongue, But scolded him on Monday. Tuesday I grew dull and sad, Wednesday pass'd in scorning, Thursday drove me raving mad, But Friday, what a morning! Till at length that balm of life, Money, brought a better day, So we lov'd, like man and wife, Kissing sweet on Saturday.

WILLY next began the week, Tippling all the Sunday, Therefore, I, provok'd to speak, Did scold him well on Monday Tuesday call'd him drunken sot, Wednesday lubber lazy, Thursday having mended not, Why Friday made me crazy; Tho' I hop'd the fool would think Wiser on the latter day, Not a sous for meat or drink, Earnt he on the Saturday.

What was proper to be done, Every future Sunday, For 'twas plain I first begun Wrong upon the Monday; Tuesday then I calmer seem'd, Wednesday was indulgent, Thursday peace and comfort beam'd, And Friday shone refulgent: Chacing thus corroding strife, Every day's a better day, Joy and pleasure luming life, From Saturday to Saturday.