Classic Poem

Why do your wife and you so ill agree,
Since you in manners so well matched be?
Thou brazen-faced; she impudently bold;
Thou still dost brawl; she evermore doth scold.
Thou seldom sober art; she often drunk;
Thou a whore-hunting knave; she a known punk.
Both of you filch, both swear, and damn, and lie;
And both take pawns, and Jewish usury.
Not manners like, make man and wife agree;
Their manners must both like and virtuous be.