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LINES On a happy union.
The prince and the noble, I envy them not,
Nor merchant nor miser, the gold they have got;
Contentment I covet; for that I despise
All fancy-drawn visions that dazzle the eyes.
Nor merchant nor miser, the gold they have got;
Contentment I covet; for that I despise
All fancy-drawn visions that dazzle the eyes.
Let some boast the nectar of Bacchus's bowl,
And swear that good liquor enlivens the soul;
I ask not to quaff these libations divine,
Since madness, not pleasure, arises from wine.
And swear that good liquor enlivens the soul;
I ask not to quaff these libations divine,
Since madness, not pleasure, arises from wine.
Let the libertine boast of his unrestrain'd joys,
I'll tell him that frequency pleasure destroys;
That to love only one is the conduct I chose,
And I find that each virtue concentrates in Rose.
I'll tell him that frequency pleasure destroys;
That to love only one is the conduct I chose,
And I find that each virtue concentrates in Rose.
May our constancy baffle the taunts of the gay!
May Love o'er our union expand his pure ray!
In the current of life may no tempest be known,
But Love, fervent Love, claim each day for his own!
May Love o'er our union expand his pure ray!
In the current of life may no tempest be known,
But Love, fervent Love, claim each day for his own!
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