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 |
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[How sweet to warble in a Cage]
How sweet to warble in a Cage,
And with soft Notes our Cares t'asswage!
All's there provided at our Need,
Pure limpid Stream, good wholesome Seed;
A kind She too, with whom to play,
And sing and sport the Hours away:
Thus said a Goldfinch blithe, when he
Incag'd, a Linnet once did see,
(Himself mean while at Liberty)
With chearful Note, and joyous Sound,
Who made his Prison Walls resound.
So Damon when one Day he 'syp'd,
A blooming Virgin, Nature's Pride,
With Extasy and Rapture cry'd:
Thrice happy I beyond Mankind,
Were I but to that Fair One join'd,
In an undissoluble Tye,
With her to live, with her to die.
But neither Cage nor Marriage State,
E'er shew their Evils 'till too late;
Nor Birds, nor Men, find out the Cheat,
'Till they are in, and past Retreat,
O you, who burn with am'rous Fire,
Wou'd you still keep alive Desire,
And add fresh Fuel to the Flame,
Still love, but never wed the Dame.
And with soft Notes our Cares t'asswage!
All's there provided at our Need,
Pure limpid Stream, good wholesome Seed;
A kind She too, with whom to play,
And sing and sport the Hours away:
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Incag'd, a Linnet once did see,
(Himself mean while at Liberty)
With chearful Note, and joyous Sound,
Who made his Prison Walls resound.
So Damon when one Day he 'syp'd,
A blooming Virgin, Nature's Pride,
With Extasy and Rapture cry'd:
Thrice happy I beyond Mankind,
Were I but to that Fair One join'd,
In an undissoluble Tye,
With her to live, with her to die.
But neither Cage nor Marriage State,
E'er shew their Evils 'till too late;
Nor Birds, nor Men, find out the Cheat,
'Till they are in, and past Retreat,
O you, who burn with am'rous Fire,
Wou'd you still keep alive Desire,
And add fresh Fuel to the Flame,
Still love, but never wed the Dame.
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