An _Old Fellow_ and a _Young Wench_.
There was a formal Piece of Gravity that liv’d to about Threescore and
Ten, without ever so much as knowing a _Woman_ from a _Weather-Cock_.
The Devil Ought him a Shame, and paid him both Interest and Principal,
in making the _Old Doting Fop_ Marry a _Young Girl_. He would be often
Complaining afterward, how Unluckily he had Dispos’d of his Time. When I
was a _Young Man_, says he, I wanted a _Wife_, and now I’m an _Old Man_,
my _Wife_ wants a _Husband_.
The MORAL.
_The Common Fate of Unequal Matches, Especially in the Case of an Old
Fellow, and a young Wench, where the Humour is as Contrary as_ Summer
_and_ Winter, _Light and Darkness, or Day and Night_.