Sidor som bilder

And thus it needs must be: For Seed conjoin'd
Lets into Nature's Work th' imperfect Kind:
But Fire, th’Enliv'ner of the general Fram,
Is one, its Operation still the same.
Its Principle is in it self: While ours
Works,asConfederates War,with mingled Pow'rs;
Or Man, or Woman, whichsoever fails:
And, oft, the Vigour of the Worse prevails.
Æther with Sulphur blended alters Hue,
And casts a dusky Gleam of Sodom blue.
Thus in a Brute, their ancient Honour ends,
And the fair Mermaid in a Filh descends:
The Line is gone; no longer Duke or Earl;
But, by himself degraded, turns a Churl.
Nobility of Blood is but Renown
Of thy great Fathers by their Virtue known,
And a long trail of Light,tothee descending down.
If in thy Smoke it ends: Their Glories shine;
But Infamy and Villanage are thine.
Then what I said before is plainly show'l,
That true Nobility proceeds from God:
Not left us by Inheritance, but giv'n
By Bounty of our Stars, and Grace of Heav'n.


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Thus from a Captive Servius Tullus rose,
Whom for his Virtues the first Romans chose:
Fabritius from their Walls repellid the Foe,
Whose noble Hands had exercis'd the Plough.
From hence, my Lord, and Love, Ithus conclude,
That tho'my homely Ancestors were rude,
Mean as I am, yet I may have the Grace
To make you Father of a generous Race:
And Noble then am I, when I begin,
In Virtue cloath'd, to cast the Rags of Sin:
If Poverty be my upbraided Crime,

believe in Heav'n, there was a time
When He, the great Controller of our Fate,
Deign'd to be Man, and liv'd in low Estate:
Which he who had the World at his dispose,
If Poverty were Vice, wou'd never chuse.
Philosophers have said, and Poets sing,
That a glad Poverty's an honest Thing.
Content is Wealth, the Riches of the Mind;
And happy He who can that Treasure find.
But the base Miser starves amidst his Store,
Broods on his Gold, and griping still at more,
Sits fadly pining, and believes he's Poos,




The ragged Beggar, tho' he wants Relief,
Has not to lose, and sings before the Thief.
Want is a bitter and a hateful Good,
Because its Virtues are not understood:
Yet many Things, impossible to Thought,
Have been by Need to full Perfection brought:
The daring of the Soul proceeds from thence,
Sharpness of Wit, and active Diligence:
Prudence at once, and Fortitude, it gives,
And, if in Patience taken, mends our Lives;
For ev’n that Indigence that brings me low,
Makes, me my self, and Him above, to know.
A Good which none would challenge, few wou'd
A fair Possession, which Mankind refuse. (chuse,

If we from Wealth to Poverty descend,
Want gives to know the Flatt'rer from the Friend.
If I am Old and Ugly, well for you,
No leud Adult'rer will my Love pursue.
Nor Jealousie, the Bane of Marry'd Life,
Shall haunt you, for a wither'd homely Wife:
For Age, and Ugliness, as all agree,
Are the best Guards of Female Chastity.

Yet since I see your Mind is Worldly bent, I'll do my best to further


Content, And therefore of two Gifts in my Dispose, Think ere you speak, I grant you leave to chuse : Wou'd you I should be still Deform’d, and Old, Nauseous to Touch, and Loathsome to Behold; On this Condition, to remain for Life A careful, tender and obedient Wife, In all I can contribute to your Ease, And not in Deed, or Word, or Thought, displease? Or would you rather have me Young and Fair, And take the Chance that happens to your Share? ? Temptations are in Beauty, and in Youth, And how can you depend upon my Truth? Now weigh the Danger, with the doubtful Bliss, And thank your self, if ought should fall amiss. Sore sigh'd the Knight, who this long Sermon

heard: At length, considering all, his Heart he chear'd; And thus reply'd: My Lady, and my Wife, To your wise Conduct I resign my Life: Chuse

you me, for well you understand The future Good and Ill, on either Hand:

for me,

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But if an humble Husband may request,
Provide, and order all Things for the best ;
Your's be the Care to profit, and to please:
And let your Subje&t-Servant take his Eafe.

Then thus in Peace,quoth she,concludes theStrife,
Since I am turn’d the Husband, you the Wife:
The Matrimonial Victory is mine,
Which, having fairly gain'd, I will resign;
Forgive, if I have said, or done amiss,
And seal the Bargain with a Friendly Kiss:
I promis'd you but one Content to share,
But now I will become both Good, and Fair.
No Nuptial Quarrel shall disturb your Ease,
The Business of my Life shall be to please:
And for my Beauty that, as Time shall try;
But draw the Curtain first, and cast your Eye.

He look'd, and saw a Creature heav'nly Fair,
In bloom of Youth, and of a charming Air.
With Joy he turn’d, and seiz'd her ly’ry Arm;
And, like Pygmalion, found the Statue warm.
Small Arguments there needed to prevail,
A Storm of Kisses pour'd as thick as Hail.



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