If wishing should be any fin, (She look'd that day fo purely); It would have spoil'd him furely. Juft in the nick the cook knock'd thrice, And all the waiters in a trice His fummons did obey; Each ferving man, with dish in hand, March'd boldly up, like our train'd band, Prefented, and away. When all the meat was on the table, What man of knife or teeth was able And this the very reason was Before the parfon could say grace For business of the kitchen's great, Nor was it there denied. Paffion, Oh me! how I run on! I trow, befides the bride. Now hats fly off, and youths carouse, Healths first go round, and then the house, And when 'twas nam'd another's health, (And who could help it, Dick!) O' th' fudden up they rise and dance; Thus feveral ways the time did pass, By this time all were stol'n afide But that he must not know; And yet 'twas thought he guefs'd her mind, And did not mean to ftay behind Above an hour or fo. When in he came, Dick, there fhe lay, Like new-fall'n fnow melting away, 'Twas time, I trow, to part, Kiffes were now the only stay, Which foon she gave, as who should say But juft as heav'ns would have to cross it, In came the bride-maids with the poffet, The bridegroom ate in fpite; For had he left the women to 't, It would have cost two hours to do't, Which were too much that night. At length the candle's out; and now, But I believe it was no more Than thou and I have done before With Bridget and with Nell. |