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Advice to a Young LADY, about to
marry an Old MA N.

F you, by fordid views misled,
Prefer old Gripus to your bed,
You'll bitterly lament it;
For twenty ne'er did fifty wed,
But both did foon repent it.

His peevishness, and thirft of gain,
Wou'd of each China cup complain,
Each ribbon, patch, and pinner;
And Tit and Brisk must ne'er again
Eat from your plate at dinner.

Alarm'd by groundless jealousy,
He'd to each random word apply
Some base interpretation;
Each meanlefs fmile, or cafual figh,
Wou'd be an affignation.

Or tho' you're from these torments free,
Indulg'd all day with visits, tea,

And all that you petition,

Ev'n then, alas! all night you'd be
But in a poor condition.

For

For then he'd all endearments fhun,
And vainly boaft what feats were done

When he was young and mighty;
But now, alas! these days are gone,
And fo, my dear, good night t'ye.

But if, by inclination led,

A youth of equal bloom you wed,
No cares by day will teize you;
At night fuch joys will bless your bed,
As cannot fail to please you.

While therefore you to chufe are free,
Chufe one whose years with yours agree,

By love alone directed;

Affur'd that happy days may be

From happy nights expected.

W

The LOVER's greatest Blifs.

ERE I to chufe the greatest bliss,
That e'er in love was known,

"Twou'd be the highest of my
T' enjoy your heart alone.

with,

Kings might poffefs their kingdoms free,

And crowns unenvy'd wear ;

They fhou'd no rival have of me,

Might I reign monarch there.

The

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The Life of REASON,

WAY, let nought to love displeasing,
My Winifreda, move your care;

Let nought delay the heav'nly bleffing,
Nor fqueamish pride, nor gloomy fear.

What tho' no grants of royal donors
With pompous titles grace our blood?
We'll fhine in more fubftantial honours,
And, to be noble, we'll be good.

Our name, while virtue thus we tender,
Will sweetly found where-e'er 'tis fpoke;
And all the great ones, they shall wonder,
How they respect fuch little folk.

What tho', from fortune's lavish bounty,
No mighty treasures we poffefs,
We'll find within our pittance, plenty,
And be content without excess.

Still fhall each kind returning feafon
Sufficient for our wishes give:
For we will live a life of reason,
And that's the only life to live.

Thro

Thro' youth and age, in love excelling,

We'll hand in hand together tread;

Sweet fmiling peace fhall crown our dwelling,
And babes, sweet smiling babes, our bed.

How fhou'd I love the pretty creatures,

While round my knees they fondly clung; To fee them look their mother's features, To hear them lifp their mother's tongue!

And when, with envy, time transported
Shall think to rob us of our joys;
You'll in your girls again be courted,
And I'll go wooing in my boys.

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Vanity of refifting LovE.

o, no, no, no, refiftance is but vain,

And only adds new weight to Cupid's chain,

A thousand thousand ways, a thousand thousand arts, The tyrant knows to captivate our hearts:

Sometimes he fighs employs, and sometimes tries

The univerfal language of the eyes;

The fierce with fiercenefs he destroys,

The foft with tenderness decoys;

He kills the strong with joy, the weak with pain:
No, no, no, no, resistance is but vain.

BACCHUS'S

BACCHUS's Speech in Praife of WINE.

B

ACCHUS one day gaily ftriding

On his never-failing tun,
Sneaking empty pots deriding,
Thus addrefs'd each toping fon:
Praife the joys that never vary,
And adore the liquid fhrine;
All things noble, gay, and airy,
Are perform'd by gen'rous wine.

Ancient heroes, crown'd with glory,
Owe their noble rife to me;
Poets wrote the flaming story,
Fir'd by my divinity:
If my influence is wanting,

Mufick's charms but flowly move;
Beauty too in vain lies panting,
Till I fill the fwains with loves

If you crave a lasting pleasure,
Mortals, this way bend your eyes;
From my ever-flowing treasure,
Charming scenes of blifs arife.
Here's the foothing balmy bleffing,
Sole difpeller of your pain;
Gloomy fouls from care releafing,
He who drinks not, lives in vain.

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