obliged to give it food, Or to my arms the darling take; From bed full oft must
rise, whene'er its cry I heard, And, dancing it, must pace the chamber to and
fro; Stand at the wash - tub early; forthwith go To market, and then mind the
cooking too To - morrow like to - day, the whole year through. Ah, sir, thus
living, it must be confess'd One's spirits are not always of the best; Yet it a
relish gives to food and rest. (They pass on.)
Poor women! we are badly off, I own; A bachelor's conversion's hard,
Madam, with one like you it rests alone, To tutor me a better course to lead.