And these are things which ask a tender tear,
Such as I, too, would shed if in your place:
I cried upon my firs wife's dying day,
And also when my second ran away:
'My third-'—'Your third!' quoth Juan, turning round;
'You scarcely can be thirty: have you three?'
'No—only two at present above ground:
Surely 't is nothing wonderful to see
One person thrice in holy wedlock bound!'