Since you, Mr. H**d, will marry black Kate, <br />Accept of good wishes for that blessed state: <br />May you fight all the day like a dog and a cat, <br />And yet ev'ry year produce a new brat. <br />Fal la! <br /> <br />May she never be honest -- you never be sound; <br />May her tongue like a clapper be heard a mile round; <br />Till abandon'd by joy, and deserted by grace, <br />You hang yourselves both in the very same place. <br />Fal la!<br /><br />Lady Mary Wortley Montagu<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/epithalamium/
