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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[With us all lead contented Lives]
With us all lead contented Lives,
None e'er conceal their soft Desires;
But Gallants, Husbands, and their Wives,
Burn openly with mutual Fires.
For what does Secresy avail,
To guard a buxom Female's Honour?
The watchfull'st Husband's Care will fail,
When once the loving Fit's upon her.
To yield to Fate is then the best,
And we the wisest Method follow;
We drink, we feast, we take our Rest,
And in Delights and Riches wallow.
Ye jealous Fools, whose empty Pride,
Makes you esteem our Conduct base,
Had you but once the Difference try'd,
Yourselves you'd soon wish in our Place.
With Doubts and Fears, for ever cross'd,
How much less happy Days d'ye pass!
And who lives at another's Cost,
Is not, I'm sure, the greatest Ass.
None e'er conceal their soft Desires;
But Gallants, Husbands, and their Wives,
Burn openly with mutual Fires.
For what does Secresy avail,
To guard a buxom Female's Honour?
The watchfull'st Husband's Care will fail,
When once the loving Fit's upon her.
To yield to Fate is then the best,
And we the wisest Method follow;
We drink, we feast, we take our Rest,
And in Delights and Riches wallow.
Ye jealous Fools, whose empty Pride,
Makes you esteem our Conduct base,
Had you but once the Difference try'd,
Yourselves you'd soon wish in our Place.
With Doubts and Fears, for ever cross'd,
How much less happy Days d'ye pass!
And who lives at another's Cost,
Is not, I'm sure, the greatest Ass.
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