III. See how they have fafely furviv'd The frowns of a sky so fevere, Such Mary's true love that has liv'd The charms of the late blowing rose, And the winter of forrow best shows MUTUAL FOR BEARANCE Neceffary to the Happiness of the Married State. THE lady thus addrefs'd her spouse What a mere dungeon is this house, By no means large enough, and was it, Yet this dull room and that dark closet, Are Are fuch an antiquated scene, They overwhelm me with the spleen. And shall expect him at the door Precisely when the clock ftrikes four. What fhall I do to make you hear? Some people are more nice than wife, Child! I am rather hard of hearing Yes, Yes, truly-one must scream and bawl, I tell you you can't hear at all. No matter if you hear or no. Alas! and is domeftic ftrife, That foreft ill of human life, The kindest and the happiest pair, Will find occafion to forbear, And fomething ev'ry day they live In common to the lot of all, A blemish or a fenfe impair'd, 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, Those evils it would gladly cure, But angry, coarse, and harsh expreffion Shows love to be a mere profeffion, Proves that the heart is none of his, Or foon expels him if it is. An Invitation into the Country. I. THE swallows in their torpid state, Compose their useless wing, And bees in hives as idly wait The call of early spring. II. The keenest froft that binds the stream, The wildeft wind that blows, Are neither felt nor fear'd by them, Secure of their repose. III. But man, all feeling and awake, The gloomy scene surveys, With present ills his heart muft ach And pant for brighter days. IV Old |