Oh, gentlemen, listen, I pray; <br />Though I own that my heart has been ranging, <br />Of nature the laws I obey, <br />For nature is constantly changing. <br />The moon in her phases is found, <br />The time and the wind and the weather, <br />The months in succession come round, <br />And you don't find two Mondays together. <br />Consider the moral, I pray, <br />Nor bring a young fellow to sorrow, <br />Who loves this young lady to-day, <br />And loves that young lady to-morrow! <br /> <br />You cannot eat breakfast all day. <br />Nor is it the act of a sinner, <br />When breakfast is taken away, <br />To turn your attention to dinner; <br />And it's not in the range of belief <br />That you could hold him as a glutton, <br />Who, when he is tired of beef, <br />Determines to tackle the mutton. <br />But this I am ready to say, <br />If it will diminish their sorrow, <br />I'll marry this lady to-day, <br />And I'll marry that lady to-morrow!<br /><br />William Schwenck Gilbert<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-rover-s-apology/
