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That to each other, more and more,
By steps upraised be,
Or breach of faith be fear'd; Within our walks, let not the sound Of bitter words be heard.
6 Preserve me from those peevish tricks,
Which merit Scorn or Hate, From all those Humours of my Sex, Which Wise-men's love abate.
7 Let this in mind be always had,
My Husband to prefer, The Woman for the Man was marle, And not the Man for Her.
His pleasure to fulfil ;
Discreet, and Loving, still.
A subject still to thy controul,
High as Ambition pants to be, The proud distinction I should hate,
Dear Henry, if not shar'd with thee.
BY ROBERT LLOYD.
And who the happy pairs,
As custom leads the way :
And be as blest as they.
3 Not sordid souls of earthly mould, Who, drawn by kindred charms of gold,
To dull embraces move!
Can the dear bondage bless : As well may heav'nly concerts spring From two old lutes with ne'er a string, Or none beside the bass.
5 Nor can the soft endearments hold Two jarring souls of angry mould,
The rugged and the keen : Sampson's young foxes might as well In bands of cheerful wedlock dwell, With firebrands ty'd between.
For love abhors the sight:
Rise and forbid delight.
Two kindest souls alone must meet ;
And feeds their mutual loves :
Best bliss on earth it proves.]
JOHN AND SUSAN.
BY THE REV, C. BUCKLE.
Come hither sweet Susan, and by me sit down, Let's consult how soon wedlock shall make thee
my own, For
you are my true love, my joy and my dear, prithee, Love, let us be married this year.
pray honest John, do not think of such things, For marriage both trouble and care with it