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A25272
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The pleasures of love and marriage a poem in praise of the fair sex, in requital for The folly of love, and some other late satyrs on women.
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Ames, Richard, d. 1693.
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1691
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Wing A2987; ESTC R8818
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Can any thing in this dull World pretend Than Wit and Reason greater Bliss to lend And VVit and Reasons pleasures never end If there 's a farther Pleasure 't is a â—riend Whom mutual Griefs and mutual Joys may move With whom we all the Sweets of Life may prove Society and Sympathy and Love If each of these so Charming is alone Who wou'd not gladly listen to be shown Where without fail to find 'em all in one At once the vast united Joys to prove Of Sense and Reason Nature Friendship Love For such a Bliss who 'd not the World despise If such a Bliss he might Monopolize Yet need not his poor Neighbour at him Grutch Tho he has all t'other may have as much Fire Air Earth VVater thus we common call Yet 't is not all to some but some to all VVou'd not this Phaenix set the World at strife To enjoy 't No there 's no danger 't is a VVife A VVife the Spark replies the Name 's as dull As Country Squire or sage Right Worshipful Rather than that e'en let the World stand still Or Porters drudg to keep it on the wheel Give me your French Ragoo your racy Miss I hate a VVife that English fulsom Dish Nor know nâ—â— care whether 't is Flesh or Fish On such Gross Food our Grandsires us'd to Dine The Coxcombs knew not what was to Eat Fine The World Sir now is mightily improv'd 'T is not the age in which their Wives they Lov'd Degenerate Race Your own and Natures Foe Ah! that your Fathers never had done so And yet in truth 't wou'd bear a long debate If this whole Age be'nt illegitimate By their loose Sites with Rage and Brandy hot In Leagures on the Sutlers Wives begot Since nothing they but Drabs and Drinking mind So true the Proverb Cat will after kind Tho some there are so very good and few That if enough might Plant the VVorld anew Not made like those Sown on Earths fertile Face Old Pyrrhu's and Deucalion's Stony Race But warm'd with gentle Fire and gentle Love As Pure and Constant as the Lamps above By Law and Inclination doubly joyn'd Both acted by one Sympathetick Mind VVhom Wedlock's Silken Chains as softly tye As that which when asunder snapt we dye Which makes the Soul and Body's wondrous harmony Thrice Happy they in those soft Fetters ty'd The Fatal Sisters only can divide Who for no other Mastry ever strove But whether of the two should better Love As kind as when the Youth did first pretend Passions on Virtue founded never end For tho in Age their Tops less verdant show Their flour'shing twisted Roots still stronger grow No churlish Feuds disturb their blest Abodes All calm as are the Dwellings of the Gods No little peevish Quarrels enter there No noise but Sighs which Fan the Amorous Air And all like Tempe still and all like Tempe Fair. Jealousy's Banish'd thence and Rage and Pride And all the Torments of the World beside Sweet Peace their close Attendant Love their Guide All the white Passions that delight to rest With Innocence in every constant Breast Pleasures which Guilt nor Time nor Age destroy Grateful Vicissitudes of Hope and Joy Glad Lambent Flames but no wild wandring Fire A still Possess'd and still renew'd Desire The Parent that Delight the Child of Love Complacency the Heaven of those above Wisely has Fate to to half the World deny'd Almost perhaps to t'other half beside That more than mortal Bliss a Virtuous Lovely Bride Since knew they once the Joys of Loving well And were they all but blest like Astrophel Ev'n for Elysium sure they 'd hardly care But spite of Lethe live unhappy there Whoever of the two first seiz'd shou'd be Whether 't were Orpheus or Euridice T'other wou'd follow either to retrieve Far more than half their Soul or with 'em live One then cou'd never Dye without a Pair The Indian Wives Examples now so rare Wou'd then be own'd and practis'd every where Let others Rally Envy Smile or Chide Me from my Stella may no day divide Not ev'n the last 't would be Impiety To think I 'd wish to out-live her or she To live one single moment more than me Wou'd some of you ye gentle Powers above Who favour Innocence and Virtuous Love Wou'd you blest Astrophel's Petition grant For which thus low he kneels your Supplicant His Modest wishes shou'd not aim too high Thus only he 'd ask to Live and thus to Dye After a Life in Virtuous Acts employ'd And Bliss that leaves no Sting or Shame enjoy'd Double your Gifts ye Gods If ought you 'd give To cheerful Age may He and Stella live Till of their Lives no Friend is weary grown Nor they or of each others or their own May they but sure that wish scarce needs Love on With mutual Flames till their last Sand is gon Then gently leaning on each others Breast Slumber away in Smiles to softer Rest. Mistaken World to envy Kings when we May at far less expence far happier be All those gay trifles which so weigh 'em down Their Robes and heavy wondrous heavy Crown Their Globe their Scepter and their Diadem With ease a happy Lover can contemn Poor cumber'd things by Heaven I pity them So great their Toyl their thankless Task so hard Ungrateful Towns to Save and Kingdoms Guard So great their Task so rare their just Reward What can a worthy Reparation prove What but a Beauty worth a Princes Love If in ten Ages one by Fate is blest One Favorite Prince who all his Life redrest The worlds wide wrongs and succour'd the distrest True Successor o' th' great Herculean race Form'd by the Gods fell Monsters to debase If one with such an Empress favour'd be As suits his Inclination and Degree Worthy to fill a share of Majesty Who with him joyntly feels each Joy and Smart True partner of his Empire Cares and Heart If Business he of one short Hour beguile And lets th' expecting World stand still the while If Great Augustus from the Field retires And Gracious Gloriana's Eys admires The Fates of Empires will not let him stay He in a few short moments must away Some other Kingdoms his Defence do crave Imploring that he 'd them vouchsafe to Save Their Patron and their Guardian Friend esteem And lift their Dying Eys to Heaven and Him Or sighing Europe of her wrongs complains Shows her Imprison'd Hands and begs he 'd break her Chains Deliver all her Injur'd Sons and Her And take just Vengeance on the Ravisher Whilst now he plunges through the frighted Boyn Now the Mosell and Meause and headlong Rhine A thousand Fates around him does despise And sends far more among his Enemies He keeps far off our Danger at a Bay While we securely here sit still and Pray Tast the sweet Spring and new recov'ring Groves And thro' our Peaceful Plains Record our happy Loves VVhile Gloriana fills so well his Trone As either were design'd to Reign alone Dazles Spite 's Eys stops Envy's stinking Breath A second Lov'd Ador'd Elizabeth Had She been Born where Rome's Religion sways And all the World their Mitred Prince obeys They one St. more wou'd from their Mass-book New Ave-Mary's they 'd repeat to Her tear And place Her second in the Calendar No other Saints auspicious aid they 'd crave Her single Worth and Merits they 'd believe Sufficient all Her Rank and Sex to Save While She the Kingdom 's Intrest still Improves While She Her Royal Lord so dearly Loves While She 'll so Fair so Just a Pattern give Her Subjects must be blest if they 'd but like Her Live 'T is flat Disloyalty that Sex to blame Who now can so Divine a Princess Claim None sure will do 't but those who burst for Spite None but despairing Teague or Jacobite For those who in their rage persist and will The vengeance of a Loyal Lover feel Who still at the Fair Sex will rail and curse Be this their Doom till we can find a worse Be this their Doom to Love and to Despair The Ridicule of some Fantastic Fair With Folly Jealousy and Pride possest And all the Faults are Charg'd on all the rest So fondly fickle that she does not know What she has promis'd half an Hour ago I need not wish a Mortal more perplex'd Nor better what she means to do the next Still discontented sower morose and vain Triumphing in her tame Adorers pain Jilting him to his Face but not too long deceive Lest he too happy shou'd himself believe May all the Infamy they ever cast Upon the Charming Sex rebound at last On their own cursed Heads their Folly Pride Rage Lust and every poysonous Ill beside May Envy gnaw their Intrails never free From Eating Spite and Canker'd Jealousie Through ev'ry Vein may the sharp Venom roul Diseases rack their Body Rage their Soul Till with their Sins and Sores alike opprest They Rotting to the Dung-hill crawl for rest Drop in the Streets like Poyson'd Rats from Shelves Or in some Whores old Garters Hang themselves FINIS