Classic Poem

Than marriage and music can ought be more like?
Both are bound and cemented by strong chords;
Hymen's chains, tho' they gall, yet with ecstasy strike,
Exactly like discords and concords:

Like hooting of owls and of bats on the wing,
Strife all wedding happiness garbles,
But when hearts born for pleasure in unison sing,
'Tis the mellow-ton'd nightingale warbles.

II.

When the wife or the husband a note sounds too sharp,
In alt both immediately soar;
On family discords they mutually harp,
Nor will either come down a note lower.

Thus like hooting, &c.

III.

All harmony's powers in wedlock we trace,
Dutch harmony, not Italiano;
She thunders the counter, he grumbles the bass,
And the children squall out the soprano.

Thus like, &c.