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THE MORAL.
TO get a husband rich gentle aynd ga
Of humour sweet, seme time to stay,
It natural enough ’tis true;
But then to wait a hundred years,
And all the while asleep appears,
A thing entirely new,
Now at the time of day,
Not one of all the fox we see,
To sleep with such sound tranquility
But yet this Fable seems to let us know
That very often Hymen’s blessissweet
Altho some curious obstacles they meet
Which makes us far for a long while to stay,
And not less happy for approaching slow
And that we nothing lose by such delay,
But warmb’d by nature’slambentfire
The sex so ardently aspires,
Of this blest state the sacred joys to embrace,
And with each earnest heart persue’em
I’ve not the will I must confess,
Nor yet the power of fine address,
To preach this Mortal to ’em.
FINIS.
