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The Works of Mr. Robert Gould

In Two Volumes. Consisting of those Poems [and] Satyrs Which were formerly Printed, and Corrected since by the Author; As also of the many more which He Design'd for the Press. Publish'd from his Own Original Copies [by Robert Gould]

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To Sir Edward Nevil Baronet, On his Marriage.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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To Sir Edward Nevil Baronet, On his Marriage.

Now, Sir, when your Good Angel does rejoice,
And look down pleas'd on your Auspicious Choice;
When Love and Beauty, drest in all their Charms,
Give up their dearest Fav'orite to your Arms,
It may be thought Impertinent, in me,
To grate your Ears with worthless Poesie:
When Hymen's sacred Musick Charms the Sense,
All other Sounds are harsh and give Offence:
And yet, alas! tho' conscious of my Crime,
I still, go on—a Slave condemn'd to Rhime.

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'Tis grown almost a Miracle to see
Two Natures form'd by Nature to agree:
Wedlock is now all Interest and Design;
Th'Affections part just where they us'd to joyn.
Your better Fate this common Ill controuls,
By making first an Union in your Souls.
Your Lovely Bride, Chast, Courte'ous, Noble, Good,
And you, Sir, Eminent in Worth as Blood;
Just, Loyal, Brave—all that can claim esteem,
And make the Poets up a Deathless Theme.
Hereafter (when we better may presume)
We'll jointly give your Vertues ampler room;
Dilate whole Pages on your Wit and Truth,
Her Matchless Graces and her Fau'tless Youth:
But at this Time, while we the Muse employ,
Our Duty but detains you from your Joy.
Hail happy Pair! your Race of Love's begun,
And may you still be eager to love on.
May Pleasure flow, and (because all must tast
What Sorrow is) may Sorrow ebb as fast;
That ev'ry Day, progressively, may be
A further Step into Prosperitie.
May long Life bless you, and a Health as long,
And may you, too, be Fruitful while y'are young;
That from your Loins a Loyal Race may spring,
T'adorn their Country and to serve their King.