Poems on Several Occasions By J. Robertson |
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An EPILOGUE
Spoken by Mrs. ---, after playing the Character of Lady Brute.
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An EPILOGUE Spoken by Mrs. ---, after playing the Character of Lady Brute.
As Criminal on Gibbet high suspended,
A dreadful warning-piece to All's intended,
Just so—poor Lady Brute's unhappy fate
Seems to proclaim—Beware the Married State.
A dreadful warning-piece to All's intended,
Just so—poor Lady Brute's unhappy fate
Seems to proclaim—Beware the Married State.
But judge not, Ladies, that a wedded life
Is a perpetual fund of hate and strife;
When Hymen smiles, his joys are next divine,
Friendship and Love their sweetest flowers entwine:
Believe me—for of both I've stood the Test,
A single life is but half life at best.
Is a perpetual fund of hate and strife;
When Hymen smiles, his joys are next divine,
Friendship and Love their sweetest flowers entwine:
Believe me—for of both I've stood the Test,
A single life is but half life at best.
Some Sir John Brutes, I own, are to be found,
But, Heav'n be prais'd, those Monsters don't abound;
Yet when to such in wedlock we are given,
Are we not kind to send the Brutes to Heaven?
But, Heav'n be prais'd, those Monsters don't abound;
Yet when to such in wedlock we are given,
Are we not kind to send the Brutes to Heaven?
Search the world thro', in general you'll find,
That Marriage is a draught of the mix'd kind,
A Cordial bitter-sweet, a pleasing Pain;
An April-day, now sunshine and now rain;
A League Defensive—and—alas, too true—
It (sometimes) proves a League Offensive too:
'Tis, in the Jockeys' phrase, a Give-and-Take,
Where each some small allowances shou'd make.
That Marriage is a draught of the mix'd kind,
A Cordial bitter-sweet, a pleasing Pain;
An April-day, now sunshine and now rain;
A League Defensive—and—alas, too true—
It (sometimes) proves a League Offensive too:
'Tis, in the Jockeys' phrase, a Give-and-Take,
Where each some small allowances shou'd make.
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The Matrimonial Tree all Tastes can suit;
It yields at once both sweet and acid fruit:
The Sweet—too luscious—oft-times is amended,
When with a little Dash of Acid blended:
And sure the Acid were a sad repast,
Did not the blended Sweet correct the taste:
With genuine Spirits mix'd in Hymen's Bowl,
A pleasing draught they make to glad the soul.
It yields at once both sweet and acid fruit:
The Sweet—too luscious—oft-times is amended,
When with a little Dash of Acid blended:
And sure the Acid were a sad repast,
Did not the blended Sweet correct the taste:
With genuine Spirits mix'd in Hymen's Bowl,
A pleasing draught they make to glad the soul.
But oh, this caution let me beg you'd take—
Be sparing of the Acid for Love's Sake;
A little Acid gives a pleasing Zest,
But Much—the Cholic breeds, and don't digest.
Be sparing of the Acid for Love's Sake;
A little Acid gives a pleasing Zest,
But Much—the Cholic breeds, and don't digest.
From Sir John's fate learn, Husbands, to be wise;
Govern you may, but ne'er shou'd tyrannize:
If you wou'd have Us Honour and Obey,
To Love and Cherish is your wisest way.
Govern you may, but ne'er shou'd tyrannize:
If you wou'd have Us Honour and Obey,
To Love and Cherish is your wisest way.
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