Is She His Wife? Or, Something Singular!
27 February 1837
Duet: Mr. and Mrs. Lovetown
A married life,
Is not all joy;
But noise and strife,
Its charms alloy.
Tho’ to please we do our best:
Misery’ll our life infest –
Nought is right we e’re can do,
But all is wrong – and all is rue!
Sometimes darling,
Oft times snarling
Now then pleasing
Then there teasing
Nought but care – and nought but strife
Oh, who would sigh for a married life.