<p>WHAT! are you then in earnest, friend?<lb/> Oh, no!- it cannot be:<lb/> It's quite impossible that you<lb/> Should think of courting me!<lb/> Indeed you'd better take your love<lb/> Elsewhere; for sure am I<lb/> We are by no means suited for<lb/> The Matrimonial tie.<lb/> <pb n="uiuc_83931c29eep_fac130"/> You! who by all are said to be<lb/> A roving, ruffling blade-<lb/> And I, as ev'ry body knows, <lb/> A quiet, gente maid;<lb/> From early youth accustom'd to<lb/> The peaceful joys of home,<lb/> Amid the rude and bustling world<lb/> I have no wish to roam:<lb/> In Housewif'ry and its behefts,<lb/> The greatest charm I find,<lb/> And when from these I seek relief,<lb/> Why then with humble mind<lb/> I read some holy book, or spin,<lb/> And often take delight<lb/> To imitate in 'broidery<lb/> Some posie's colours bright:<lb/> 'Tis seldom I go out to walk,<lb/> And in the Street but rare,<lb/> Excepting to and fro from Church,<lb/> Or when I go to bear<lb/> Some comfort to the sick and poor,<lb/> For we are taught to give<lb/> Some share of that we have, to those<lb/> Who labour hard to live.<lb/> But you without restraint give loose<lb/> To passion's wilder sway,<lb/> Love feasting, wine and riot,<lb/> And are giv'n much to play:<lb/> You know no rest, and to your mind<lb/> No moment hath such charms,<lb/> As when the drum or trumpet shrill<lb/> Calls all the Camp to arms.<lb/> Methinks some Trooper's daughter were<lb/> For you a fitter bride,<lb/> Who in the Soldier's ruder life<lb/> And habits takes a pride:<lb/> Whose eye unmov'd could look upon<lb/> The blood-stain'd battle-field,<lb/> <pb n="uiuc_83931c29eep_fac131"/> Can swing a sword an trail a pike,<lb/> Nor to the best one yield.<lb/> Who when she hears the cannon roar,<lb/> Would stand unmov'd by fear,<lb/> And say, what others terrifies<lb/> Is music to her ear.<lb/> Such is the Bride would suit you best,<lb/> The Wise whom you would find<lb/> Most suited to your habits,<lb/> And your rougher tone of mind.<lb/> Who without dread would pass her hand<lb/> Upon your Rapier's blade,<lb/> And bid you sight until you fell,<lb/> And 'neath the turf were laid:<lb/> But I who am a timid thing,<lb/> Who even fear the smoke<lb/> Of Petronel and Arquebus,<lb/> Much less the cannon's stroke;<lb/> Who see in you alone what would<lb/> Make me such misery,<lb/> I am no ways a match for you,<lb/> Nor are you fit for me.<lb/> Look but around and you will see<lb/> Where'er you turn your eye,<lb/> The Birds which on the water swim,<lb/> And those which on the water swim,<lb/> And those which soar on high-<lb/> All choose their mates as most beseems,<lb/> And concord every where;<lb/> Each woos his like, as it should be,<lb/> And like with like doth pair.<lb/> Nought can induce the Dove to take<lb/> The Eagle for her mate.<lb/> The Patridge to the Buzzard-hawk<lb/> Will never link her fate;<lb/> The Raven black weds not the Swan,<lb/> 'Twas not by Nature meant,<lb/> For ''Like with like''alone, my friend,<lb/> Can give the heart content. </p> <pb n="uiuc_83931c29eep_fac132"/> <p>THIS waxen torch is able to endure<lb/> The winds, when AEolus puts them in ure,<lb/> It leads the way in darknesse of the night,<lb/> And, though the serene fall, it shewes his Light:<lb/> The candle still lurks at home, and there doth show<lb/> Its light, not caring how the winds doe blow,<lb/> This as the houses joy at home doth stay,<lb/> The other still abroad doth make his way<lb/> The hardy husband from his house goes forth<lb/> Seeking to compasse business of worth;<lb/> He sailes by rockes and sands, earely and late<lb/> He toiles, and seekes to purchase an estate:<lb/> The wife at home much like a snaile she sits<lb/> On hous-wifry employing all her wits:<lb/> Ulysses in his travels hard did shift,<lb/> Penelope at home did use her thrift.<lb/> FARLIE'S Emblems.</p>

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Brides of One Father Will Flocke Together

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Seated at a garden pond a pious young woman points at a pair of ducks, telling the soldier courting her that they do not have enough in common

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<p>BRIDES OF ONE FATHER WILL FLOCKE TOGETHER</p>

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