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C.Mosley Tiulp. Old as he was, and void of Eye-sight too, What coud alas'a helplefi'Ilusband do..

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T HERE liv'd in Lombardy, as authors write,

1 In days of old, a wise and worthy knight; Of gentle manners, as of gen’rous race, Bleft with much serise, more riches; and fomegrace. Yet led aftray by Venus' soft delights, S He scarce could rule some idle appetites : For long ago, let Priests say what they cou'd, Weak sinful laymen were but flesh and blood.

But in due time, wheñ fixty years were o'er, He vow'd to lead this vitious life no more; 10 Whether pure holiness inspir’d his mind, Or dotage turn’d his brain, is hard to find; But his high courage prick'd him forth to wed, And try the pleasures of a lawful bed.

NOT E S. JANUARY AND MAY.] This translation was done at foxteen or seventeen years of Age. P.

This was his nightly dream, his daily care, 15
And to the heav'nly pow’rs his constant pray'r,
Once, ere he dy'd, to taste the blisful life
Of a kind husband and a loving wife

These thoughts he fortify'd with reasons still,
(For none want reasons to confirm their will.) 20
Grave authors say, and witty poets sing,
That honest wedlock is a glorious thing :
But depth of judgment most in him appears,
Who wisely weds in his maturer years.
Then let him chuse a damsel young and fair, 25
To bless his age, and bring a worthy heir ;
To footh his cares, and free from noise and strife,
Conduct him gently to the verge of life.
Let sinful batchelors their woes deplore,
Full well they merit all they feel, and more: 30
Unaw'd by precepts, human or divine,
Like birds and beasts, promiscuously they join ::
Nor know to make the present blessing last,
To hope the future, or esteem the past:
But vainly boast the joys they never try'd, 35
And find divulg'd the secrets they would hide.
The marry'd man may bear his yoke with ease,
Secure at once himself and heav'n to please ;
And pass his inoffensive hours away,
In bliss all night, and innocence all day: 40

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Tho' fortune change, his constant spouse remains,
Augments his joys, or mitigates his pains.
But what so pure, which envious tongues will

spare ?
Some wicked wits have libell’d all the fair.
With matchless impudence they style a wife 45
The dear-bought curse, and lawful plague of life;
A bosom-ferpent, a domestic evil,
A night-invasion, and a mid-day-devil.
Let not the wise these fland’rous words regard,
But curse the bones of ev'ry lying bard. 50
All other goods by fortune's hand are giv'n,
A wife is the peculiar gift of heav'n.
Vain fortune's favours, never at a stay,
Like empty fhadows, pafs, and glide away;
One folid comfort, our eternal wife, 55
Abundantly supplies us all our life:
This bleffing lasts (if those who try, say true)
As long as heart can wish---and longer too.

Our grandfire Adam, ere of Eve possess’d, Alone, and ev'n in Paradise unbless’d, 60 With mournful looks the blissful scenes survey'd, And wander'd in the solitary shade. The Maker saw, took pity, and bestow'd Woman, the last, the best reserv'd of God.

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