Sylvia's Complaint of her Seres Unhappiness. A poem. Being the Second Part of Sylvia's Revenge, or, a Satyr against Man [by Richard Ames] |
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But if by strange insensible Degrees,
(The Bride in vain striving by Arts to please;)
The Husband should (by his own baseness led)
From slight Dislikes, at last forfake her Bed:
In Solitary Sheets she pines and grieves,
While like a Rake-hell Libertine he lives,
Leaving his Spouse in solitude to mourn,
Whilst he does for some Stubborn Strumpet burn;
With whom his vacant Hours are all employ'd,
And dear-bought Pleasures by the Brute enjoy'd:
But his wild Rambles did I Pleasures call?
Pleasures which with them bear the Scorpions Tail;
By such Delights they very often gain
A moments Pleasure, but an Age of Pain;
To'th' Marriage Bed th'Infection goes sometimes,
And the Wife suffers for the Husband's Crimes.
(The Bride in vain striving by Arts to please;)
The Husband should (by his own baseness led)
From slight Dislikes, at last forfake her Bed:
In Solitary Sheets she pines and grieves,
While like a Rake-hell Libertine he lives,
Leaving his Spouse in solitude to mourn,
Whilst he does for some Stubborn Strumpet burn;
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And dear-bought Pleasures by the Brute enjoy'd:
But his wild Rambles did I Pleasures call?
Pleasures which with them bear the Scorpions Tail;
By such Delights they very often gain
A moments Pleasure, but an Age of Pain;
To'th' Marriage Bed th'Infection goes sometimes,
And the Wife suffers for the Husband's Crimes.
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