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Did I for this the power of magic prove?
Unhappy wife, whose crime was too much love ! 765

If this be struggling, by this holy light,
'Tis struggling with a vengeance (quoth the Knight)
So Heaven preserve the sight it has restord,
As with these eyes I plainly saw thee whor'd;
Whor'd by my slave-perfidious wretch ! may

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Guard me, good Angels! cry'd the gentle May,
Pray Heaven, this magic work the proper way!
Alas, my love ! 'tis certain, could

you see,
You ne'er had us’d these killing words to me :

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So help me, Fates, as ’tis no perfect light,
But some faint glimmering of a doubtful light.

What I have said (quoth he) I must maintain,
For by th' mortal powers it seem'd too plain-
By all those powers, some frenzy seiz’d your

mind
(Reply'd the dame): are these the thanks I find ?
Wretch that I am, that e’er I was so kind !
She said ; a rising sigh express'd her woe,
The ready tears apace began to flow,
And, as they fell, she wip'd from either eye 785
The drops (for women, when they list, can cry).

The Knight was touch'd, and in his looks appear’d Signs of remorse, while thus his spouse he chear'd : Madam, 'tis past, and my

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anger o'er;
Come down, and vex your tender heart no more :
Excuse me, dear, if aught amiss was said,
For, on my soul, amends shall soon be made :

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Let my repentance your forgiveness draw,
By Heaven, I swore but what I thought I saw.'

Ah, my lov'd lord ! 'twas much unkind (the cryd) On bare suspicion thus to treat your

bride. But, till your fight 's establish'd, for a while, Imperfect objects may your sense beguile. Thus when from sleep we first our eyes display, The balls are wounded with the piercing ray, 800 And dusky vapours rise, and intercept the day. So, just recovering from the shades of night, Your swimming eyes are drunk with sudden light, Strange phantoms dance around, and skim before

your fight : Then, Sir, be cautious, nor too rafhly deem; 805 Heaven knows how feldom things are what they seem! Consult your reason, and

you

foon shall find "Twas

you were jealous, not your wife unkind : Jove ne'er spoke oracle more true than this, None judge so wrong as those who think amiss. 810

With that the leap'd into her Lord's embrace,
With well-dissembled virtue in her face.
He hugg’d her close, and kiss'd her o'er and o’er,
Disturb’d with doubts and jealousies no more :
Both, pleas’d and bless'd, renew'd their mutual vows,
A fruitful wife, and a believing spouse.

Thus ends our tale ; whose moral next to make,
Let all wise husbands hence example take;
And pray, to crown the pleasure of their lives,
To be so well deluded by their wives.

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And hear with reverence an experienc'd wife!
To dear-bought wisdom give the credit due,
And think, for once, a woman tells you true.
In all these trials I have borne a part,

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I was myself the scourge that caus’d the smart;
For, since fifteen, in triumph have I led
Five captive Husbands from the Church to bed.

Christ saw a wedding once, the Scripture says,
And saw but one, 'tis thought, in all his days;
Whence some infer, whose conscience is too nice,
No pious Christian ought to marry twice.

But let them read, and solve me, if they can,
The words address'd to the Samaritan :
Five times in lawful wedlock she was join'd; 15
And sure the certain stint was ne'er defin'd.

“ Encrease and multiply," was Heaven's command,
And that's a text I clearly understand.
This too, “ Let men their fires and mothers leave,
“ And to their dearer wives for ever cleave.”

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More wives than one by Solomon were try'd,
Or else the wiseft of mankind 's bely d.
I've had myself full many a merry fit;
And trust in heaven, I may have many yet,
For when my transitory spouse, unkind,
Shall die, and leave his woeful wife behind,
I'll take the next good Christian I can find.

Paul, knowing one could never serve our turn,
Declar'd 'twas better far to wed than burn.
There 's danger in assembling fire and tow;
I grant them that, and what it means you know.
The same apostle too has elsewhere own’d,
No precept for Virginity he found :
'Tis but a counsel -and we women still
Take which we like, the counsel, or our will.

I envy not their bliss, if he or fie
Think fit to live in perfect chastity;
Pure let them be, and free from taint of vice;
I, for a few flight spots, am not so nice;
Heaven calls us different ways, on these bestows
One proper gift, another grants to those :
Not every man 's oblig'd to sell his store,
And give up all his substance to the poor ;
Such as are perfect may, I can't deny;
But, by your leaves, Divines, so am not I.

Full many a Saint, since first the world began,
Liv’d an unspotted Maid, in spite of man:
Let such (a-God's name) with fine wheat be fed,
And let us honest wives eat barley bread.
For me, I'll keep the post assign'd by heaven,
And use the copious talent it has given :

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Let my good spouse pay tribute, do me right,
And keep an equal reckoning every night.
His proper body is not his, but mine;
For so said Paul, and Paul 's a found divine.

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Know then, of those five husbands I have had,
Three were just tolerable, two were bad.
The three were old, but rich and fond beside,
And toild most piteously to please their bride :
But since their wealth (the best they had) was mine, 60
The rest, without much loss, I could resign.
Sure to be lov’d, I took no pains to please,
Yet had more Pleasure far than they had Ease.

Presents flow'd in apace: with showers of gold,
They made their court, like Jupiter of old.
If I but smil'd, a sudden youth they found,
And a new palsy seiz'd them when I frown'd.

Ye sovereign wives! give ear and understand,
Thus shall ye speak, and exercise command.
For never was it given to mortal man,

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To lie so boldly as we women can :
Forswear the fact, though seen with both his eyes,
And call your maids to witness how he lies.

Hark, old Sir Paul! ('twas thus I us'd to say)
Whence is our neighbour's wife so rich and gay?
Treated, caress’d, where'er she's pleas’d to roam-
I fit in tatters, and immur'd at home.
Why to her house dost thou so oft repair ?
Art thou so amorous ? and is the fo fair ?
If I but fee a cousin or a friend,

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