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Nuptial Dialogues and Debates

Or, An Useful Prospect of the felicities and discomforts of a marry'd life, Incident to all Degrees, from the Throne to the Cottage. Containing, Many great Examples of Love, Piety, Prudence, Justice, and all the excellent Vertues, that largely contribute to the true Happiness of Wedlock. Drawn from the Lives of our own Princes, Nobility, and other Quality, in Prosperity and Adversity. Also the fantastical Humours of all Fops, Coquets, Bullies, Jilts, fond Fools, and Wantons; old Fumblers, barren Ladies, Misers, parsimonious Wives, Ninnies, Sluts and Termagants; drunken Husbands, toaping Gossips, schismatical Precisians, and devout Hypocrites of all sorts. Digested into serious, merry, and satyrical Poems, wherein both Sexes, in all Stations, are reminded of their Duty, and taught how to be happy in a Matrimonial State. In Two Volumes. By the Author of the London Spy [i.e. Edward Ward]
  

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Moral Reflexions on the foregoing Dialogue.
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Moral Reflexions on the foregoing Dialogue.

[Where Love of Gold corrupts the Heart]

Where Love of Gold corrupts the Heart,
No sound Religion can have Place;
For Av'rice does alone pervert
The Mind, and leaves no Room for Grace.
Conscience is always the Pretence
Why Men strange Worship do frequent,
When 'tis the sordid Love of Pence,
That makes them from the Church dissent.
Where Mammon, and his wicked Train,
In greatest Splendor do appear,
They surely draw the greedy Man
To pay his feign'd Devotion there.
The Zeal, our ancient Fathers had,
From true Religion did arise,
But modern Zeal quite makes us mad,
And turns old Friends to Enemies;
Whets but the Malice and the Pride
Of jarring Parties, who contend,
That one Side may the other ride,
And that their only pious End.

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But oh! how wicked do we grow!
How blind to all true heav'nly Light,
When Zealots their Religion show
In only Avarice and Spite!