III. See how they have fafely surviv'd The frowns of a sky fo fevere, Such Mary's true love that has liv'd The charms of the late blowing rofe, And the winter of forrow best shows MUTUAL FOR BEARANCE Neceffary to the Happiness of the Married State. THE lady thus addrefs'd her fpoufe What a mere dungeon is this house, By no means large enough, and was it, Are Are fuch an antiquated scene, They overwhelm me with the spleen. And fhall expect him at the door What fhall I do to make you hear? Some people are more nice than wife, Yes, Yes, truly-one must scream and bawl, No matter if you hear or no. Alas! and is domestic strife, The kindeft and the happiest pair, Will find occafion to forbear, And fomething ev'ry day they live In common to the lot of all, Inftead Instead of harmony, 'tis jar And tumult, and inteftine war. The love that cheers life's latest stage, Preferv'd by virtue from declenfion, To faults compaffionate or blind, But angry, coarfe, and harfh expreffion Proves that the heart is none of his, Or foon expels him if it is. To An Invitation into the Country. I. THE swallows in their torpid state, Compose their ufelefs wing, And bees in hives as idly wait II. The keenest froft that binds the ftream, The wildeft wind that blows, Are neither felt nor fear'd by them, Secure of their repofe. III. But man, all feeling and awake, The gloomy scene surveys, With prefent ills his heart must ach, And pant for brighter days. lV Old |