Why really, couz, the sage rejoin'd,
The rain and snow, and driving wind,
Beat thro' with such prodigious force,
It made me deaf to your discourse.
Now couz, were my advice pursu'd,
(And sure I mean it for your good)
Methinks you should this house repair;
Be this your first and chiefest care.
Your skill the voice of prudence calls
To stop these crannies in the walls,
And prop the roof before it falls.
If you this needful task perform,
You'll make your mansion dry and warm;
And we may then converse together,
Secure from this tempestuous weather.