Here you will find the Poem The Lottery of poet Robert William Service
"Young fellow, listen to a friend: Beware of wedlock - 'tis a gamble, It's MAN who holds the losing end In every matrimonial scramble." "Young lady, marriage mostly is A cruel cross of hope's concealing. A rarity is wedded bliss And WOMAN gets the dirty dealing." . . . Such my advice to man and maid, But though they harken few will take it. The parson plies his merry trade The marriage seems much what you make it. If Pa or Ma had counsel sought Of me whose locks today are hoary, And feared to tie the nuptial knot - Would I be here to tell the story? Nay, lad and lass, don't flout romance, Nor heed this cynical old sinner; Like bold Columbus take a chance, And may your number be a winner. Far be it from me to advise, But in the marital relation The safest bet is Compromise And Mutual Consideration.