A _Weak Young Man_ and a _Wolfe_.
A _Creeping Young Fellow_ that had Committed Matrimony with a Brisk
Gamesome Lass, was so Alter’d upon’t in a few Days, that he was liker a
_Sceleton_ then a _Living Man_. He was Basking himself One time in the
Gleam of the Sun, and some Huntsmen pass’d by him upon the Chase of a
_Wolfe_ that led ’em That Way. Why how comes it (says he) that you don’t
Catch That _Wolfe_? They told him that he was too Nimble for ’em. Well
(says he) If My Wife had the Ordering of him, she’d Spoil his Footmanship.
The MORAL.
_Marriage they say breeds Cares and Cuckolds._