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To SILVIO.

On his Marriage.

My Friend, I hail thee to the State,
For Man by Heav'n design'd;
And hope that in a pleasing Form,
A pleasing Soul you'll find.
Lift not your Hopes too high, nor dream
Of Bliss unmix'd below,
But when the blooming Rose you pluck,
Expect a Thorn of Woe.
Wishes immoderately rais'd,
A moderate Joy refuse;
So the proud Sight disdains a Flow'r,
Amidst unbounded Views.

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Know thine ownself, and ev'ry Day
Thine Imperfections learn;
So shall an ever-candid Eye,
Thy Partner's Faults discern.
In the first Days of nuptial Life,
Discreetly fix your Sway;
By strict, but gentlest Methods rule,
And joyful she'll obey.
Then shall your future Moments smile,
Without a ruffling Strife,
While you adorn the Husband's Sphere,
And she the Sphere of Wife.

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But never through the Pride of Pow'r
Be deaf to her Advice,
Enjoy the Counsels of her Heart,
And Wisdom of her Eyes.
Before your Servants ever shew
A wise unfeign'd Respect;
Nor let them from your Pattern dare
To treat her with Neglect.
Within the Circle of her Cares
Affect no ruling Part;
Let her be Mistress of your House,
That's Mistress of your Heart.

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By Zeal for her immortal Bliss
Your pure Affection prove,
That he who join'd your Hands below,
May join your Souls above.
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