Twosome live, no doubt, in sweet home;
Merry, sometimes with sorry - go about,
And be one traveller, near and far, just roam.
Wakes-who first, at day break-is calm
I salute my consort then wake to jog -out.
When spinster, different her jesture-mention not,
I was also bachelor, mighty and crazy;
Being late at home-routined as jot,
But now, I haste, way home some bought.
Some offended, others happy, say you-become busy.
Quarrelsome, some day, some night, equally lay;
I doubted if I should ever come back,
Oh, I keep the first patching for another day!
I remember, where there is a Will, there is a Way.
New morning-New beginning again by hand-shake.
She says, and put a knife to your throat, certainly;
If you are given to appetite,
Do not toil to acquire wealth; but also, daily.
And your ear of words of knowledge-I said you're right.