Latine Songs With their English: and Poems. By Henry Bold ... Collected and perfected by Captain William Bold |
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POEM XLIII.
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POEM XLIII.
The new Year.
To the ever Honored Mrs. M. H.
Madam
When I perceive the lease bound tenants prove,
Their vn-mal'd Foules, fit Emblems of their love.
(Which they Coop up, like the Tyth-Pig I mean,
Not to approve in fat, but keep them lean.)
I fear, when I with Annual Tribute come
(A single offering, not an Hecatombe.)
And starvling verses on your Alter lay,
In lieu of what the Indyes cannot pay;
That in a just dislike, as of that Crew,
You will conclude that I'me ill guisted too.
But I assume the Complement they make.,
—Madam, I wish 'twere better for your sake
But as it is—
Their vn-mal'd Foules, fit Emblems of their love.
(Which they Coop up, like the Tyth-Pig I mean,
Not to approve in fat, but keep them lean.)
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(A single offering, not an Hecatombe.)
And starvling verses on your Alter lay,
In lieu of what the Indyes cannot pay;
That in a just dislike, as of that Crew,
You will conclude that I'me ill guisted too.
But I assume the Complement they make.,
—Madam, I wish 'twere better for your sake
But as it is—
Live long and Happy! that your Age may be,
As a Continual lasting Jubilee!
And be it made the business of your life,
To prove the Joyes of a Beloved Wife.
Yet never know the same! and may all those,
Sorrows Contriv'd for you, befall your Foes!
And let your Marriage Computation run,
With even Feet, for every year a Son,
And what we do in other Children call,
A Dutious-Love, in them be Naturall!
Last having left a fair posterity,
To stock the Earth, ascend unto the Skye!
Where you shall reap the Joyes of Heavens store,
When years shall cease, and time shall be no more.
As a Continual lasting Jubilee!
And be it made the business of your life,
To prove the Joyes of a Beloved Wife.
Yet never know the same! and may all those,
Sorrows Contriv'd for you, befall your Foes!
And let your Marriage Computation run,
With even Feet, for every year a Son,
And what we do in other Children call,
A Dutious-Love, in them be Naturall!
Last having left a fair posterity,
To stock the Earth, ascend unto the Skye!
Where you shall reap the Joyes of Heavens store,
When years shall cease, and time shall be no more.
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