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Cupid and Hymen

a Voyage to the Isles of love and matrimony. Containing A most Diverting Account of the Inhabitants of those Two Vast and Populous Countries, their Laws, Customs, and Government. Interspersed With many useful Directions and Cautions how to avoid the dangerous Precipices and Quicksands that these Islands abound with, and wherein so many Thousands, who have undertaken the Voyage, have miserably perished. By the Facetious H. C. [i.e. Henry Carey] and T. B.: To which are added, a map of the Island of Marriage; The Batchelor's Estimate of the Expences attending a Married Life. The Married Man's Answer to it; None but Fools Marry, a Vindication of the Estimate; and a Boulster Lecture, &c. By Simon Single ... The Fourth Edition

Carey, Henry (1687?-1743)

TO CHLOE, WITH THE Voyage to the Island of Love.

[This charming Isle, which ravishes the Sight]

[Here the still Ocean quiet flows]

[Love, with his Darts does ev'ry Mortal wound]

[For all the various Charms, that can adorn]

[Ye Mortals, who, inflam'd with am'rous Fires]

[Go giddy Heads, those real Pleasures taste]

[Soon as one lands, a Goddess charming fair]

[He whom you there behold with Looks severe]

[My Words disjointed are, and wild]

[There one may tender Lovers see]

[Methought, I saw my charming Dear]

[Fair Promises she always makes]

[Time and Respect o'ercome all Obstacles]

[What! always sigh, and bear eternal Pains!]

[In close Retirement lives each Family]

[With falling Tears my Cheeks I stain'd]

[Her Name is Cruelty, Love's deadly Foe]

[From Lovers Eyes, this Torrent takes its Source]

[Alas! Zelinda, cruel and severe]

[Despair's dire Lake, where Nymphs and Swains forlorn]

[Alas! she seem'd to say, unhappy Swain!]

[Strephon, at length, thy Passion I approve]

[Rejoice, my Heart, Zelinda is appeas'd]

[What Pleasures past expressing I possest!]

[Strephon, farewell, I dare no longer stay]

['Tis then decreed above, that I must dye]

[There all are upon groundless Quarrels bent]

[Suspicious, hot, and diffident I grew]

[Ye Trees, and Flow'rs, I in my Transports cry'd]

[The mortal Enemy of Pain]

[With Scorn and Rigour arm your Eyes]

[Think, think, how cutting is the Grief]

[And, which perhaps, may seem most strange]

[I was her sole Delight, with me]

[Pleasure's great Enemy, and Foe profess'd]

[Mourn, mourn, my Eyes, mourn your unhappy Fate]

[Go, perfect Lovers, go, feast ev'ry Sense]

[There an eternal Spring is seen]

A MAP OF THE ISLAND OF MARRIAGE.

Art asleep Husband? A Boulster Lecture,

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[Go, perfect Lovers, go, feast ev'ry Sense]

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The attribution of this poem is questionable.

Go, perfect Lovers, go, feast ev'ry Sense,
And of your Loves reap the sweet Recompence;
My Presence now is of no Use to you,
I've with your secret Pleasures nought to do.