The Married Man
IONLY am the man,
Among all married men,
That do not wish the priest,
To be unlinked again.
And though my shoe did wring,
I would not make my moan,
Nor think my neighbor’s chance
More happy than mine own.
Yet court I not my wife,
But yield observance due,
Being neither fond, nor cross,
Nor jealous, nor untrue.