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AIREST, this vision is thy due,
I form'd th' instructive plan for you.
Slight not the rules of thoughtful age,
Your welfare actuates every page ;
But ponder well my sacred theme,
And tremble, while you read my dream.
Those aweful words, or "Till death do part,"
May well alarm the youthful heart:
No after-thought when once a wife;
The die is cast, and cast for life ;
Yet thousands venture ev'ry day,
As some base passion leads the way.
Pert Silvia talks of wedlock-scenes,
Tho' hardly enter'd on her teens ;
Smiles on her whining spark, and hears
The sugar'd speech with raptur'd ears ;
Impatient of a parent's rule,
She leaves her fire and weds a fool;
Want enters at the guardless door,
And Love is fled, to come no more.
Some few there are of fordid mould,
Who barter youth and bloom for gold ;
Careless with what, or whom they mate,
Their ruling paflion's all for state.
But Hymen, gen'rous, juft, and kind,
Abhors the mercenary mind :
Such rebels groan beneath his rod,
For Hymen's a vindi&tive God:
Be joyless ev'ry night, he said,
And barren be their nuptial bed.
Attend, my fair, to wisdom's voice,
A better fate shall crown thy choice.
A married life, to speak the best,
Is all a lottery confeit:
Yet if my fair one will be wise,
I will insure my girl a prize;
Tho' not a prize to match thy worth,
Perhaps thy equal's not on earth.
'Tis an important point to know,
There's no perfection here below.
Man's an odd compound, after all,
And ever has been since the fall,
Say, that he loves you from his soul,
Still man is proud, nor brooks controul.
And tho' a. slave in love's foft school,,
In wedlock claims his right to rule.
The best, in short, has faults about him,
If few those faults, you must not flout him..
With fome, indeed, you can't dispense,
As want of temper, and of senfe.
For when the sun deserts the kies,
And the dull winter evenings rise,
Then for a husband's social pow'r,
To form the calm, conversive hour;
The treasures of thy breast explore,
From that rich mine to draw the ore ;:
Fondly each gen'rous thought refine ;
And give thy native gold to shine ;
Shew thee, as really thou art,
Tho' fair, yet fairer still at heart.
Say, when life's purple blossoms fade,
As soon they must, thou charming maid;.
When in thy cheeks the roses die,
And fickness clouds that brilliant eye ;
Say, when or age or pains invade,
And those dear limbs shall call for aid ;,
If thou art fetter'd to a fool,
Shall not his transient passion cool?
And when thy health and beauty end,
Shall thy weak mate persist a friend?
But to a man of sense, my dear,
Ev'n then thou lovely shalt appear ;
He'll share the griefs that wound thy heart,
And weeping claim the larger part ;
Tho' age impairs that beauteous face,
He'll prize the pearl beyond its cafe..
" Bleft state! where fouls each other draw). " Where love is liberty and law !” The choicest blefling found below, That man can wish, or heaven bestow ! Trust me, these raptures are divine, For lovely Chloe once was mine! Nor fear the varnish of
Tho' poet, I'm estrang’d to guile.
Ah me! my faithful lips impart
The genuine language of my heart !
When barda extol their patrons high,
Perhaps ’tis gold extorts the lye;
poor reward of breadBut who burns incense to the dead ! He, whom a fond affection draws, Careless of censure, or applause ; Whose soul is upright and sincere, With nought to wish, and nought to fear.
Now to my vifionary scheme,
Attend, and profit by my dream.
Amidst the slumbers of the night
A stately temple 'rose to fight;
And ancient as the human race,
If Nature's purposes you trace.
This fane, by all the wife rever'd,
To Wedlock's pow'rful God was rear’d..
Hard by I saw a graceful fage,
His locks were frofted o'er by age ;
His garb was plain, his mind serene,
And wisdom dignify'd his mien.
With curious search his name I sought,
And found 'twas Hymen's fav'rite-Thought.
Apace the giddy crowds advance,
And a lewd fatyr led the dance ;
I griev'd to see whole thousands run,
For oh! what thousands are undone !
The sage, when these mad troops he spy'd,
In pity flew to join their side ;
The disconcerted pairs began
To rail against him to a man;
Vow'd they were strangers to his name,
Nor knew from whence the dotard came.
But mark the sequel - for this truth
Highly concerns impetuous youth :
Long ere the honey moon cou'd wane,
Perdition seiz'd on ev'ry twain;
At ev'ry house, and all day long,
Repentance ply'd her scorpion thong ;
Difguft was there with frowning mien,
And ev'ry wayward child of spleen.
Hymen approach'd his aweful fane,
Attended by a num'rous train :
Love with each soft and nameless grace,
Was first in favour and in place :
Then came the God with folemn gait,
Whose ev'ry word was big with fate ;