CADA

OVEJA

CON

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PAREJA.

CHACUN CHERCHE SON SEMBLABLE.

You! who by all are faid to be

A roving, ruffling blade

And I, as ev'ry body knows,

A quiet, gentle maid;
From early youth accuftom'd to
The peaceful joys of home,
Amid the rude and bustling world

I have no wish to roam:
In Housewif'ry and its behests,

The greatest charm I find,
And when from these I feek relief,
Why then with humble mind
I read fome holy book, or fpin,
And often take delight
To imitate in 'broidery

Some pofie's colours bright:
'Tis feldom I go out to walk,

And in the Street but rare,
Excepting to and fro from Church,
Or when I go to bear

Some comfort to the fick and poor,
For we are taught to give

Some fhare of that we have, to those
Who labour hard to live.

But you without reftraint give loote
To paffion's wilder fway,

Love feafting, wine and riot,

And are giv'n much to play:
You know no reft, and to your mind
No moment hath fuch charms,
As when the drum or trumpet fhrill
Calls all the Camp to arms.
Methinks fome Trooper's daughter were
For you a fitter bride,

Who in the Soldier's ruder life

And habits takes a pride:

Whose eye unmov'd could look upon

The blood-ftain'd battle-field,

CHASQUE OVAILLE

AVEC SA

PAREILLE.

CASAR

Y COMPARAR,

CADA QUAL.

Can fwing a fword and trail a pike,
Nor to the beft one yield.

Who when he hears the cannon roar,
Would ftand unmov'd by fear,
And fay, what others terrifies

Is mufic to her ear.

Such is the Bride would fuit you beft,

The Wife whom you would find
Moft fuited to your habits,

And your rougher tone of mind.

Who without dread would pass her hand
Upon your Rapier's blade,

And bid you fight until you fell,

And 'neath the turf were laid:
But I who am a timid thing,
Who even fear the smoke
Of Petronel and Arquebus,

Much lefs the cannon's ftroke;
Who fee in you alone what would
Make me much mifery,

I am no ways a match for you,
Nor are you fit for me.

Look but around and you will fee

Where'er you turn your eye,

The Birds which on the water swim,
And thofe which foar on high-

All choose their mates as most beseems,
And concord every where;

Each woos his like, as it fhould be,
And like with like doth pair.
Nought can induce the Dove to take
The Eagle for her mate,

The Partridge to the Buzzard-hawk
Will never link her fate;

The Raven black weds not the Swan,
'Twas not by Nature meant,

For "Like with like" alone, my friend,
Can give the heart content.

CHACUN AVEC SON PAREIL.

CON

SU YGUAL. IDE

MAIS

ENTRE

GENS

DE

CONTRAIRE NATURE

ENTRE GENS DE MEME NATURE

HIS waxen torch is able to endure

THI

The winds, when Eolus puts them in ure,

It leads the way in darkneffe of the night,

And, though the ferene fall, it fhewes his Light:
The candle ftill lurks at home, and there doth fhow
Its light, not caring how the winds doe blow,
This as the houses joy at home doth stay,
The other ftill abroad doth make his way

The hardy husband from his houfe goes forth
Seeking to compaffe bufinefs of worth;
He failes by rockes and fands, earely and late
He toiles, and feekes to purchase an estate:
The wife at home much like a fnaile fhe fits
On hous-wifry employing all her wits:
Ulyffes in his travels hard did fhift,
Penelope at home did ufe her thrift.

AMITIE

DURE.

FRUIT

RIPENS

NOT

WELL

IN

THE SHADE.

W

OULD'ST early be fuccefsful in thy fuit,

Nor languish long in Love's confuming flame?—

In Beauty's garden, fhun the unripe fruit,

And breathe thy paffion to the riper dame.

The fruit that's green clings longeft to the tree,

WOO THE WIDOW WHILST SHE IS IN WEEDS.

THERE

ON SI

WORSE

FRUIT

THAN

THAT

WHICH

NEVER

RIPENS.