Where it is monstrous to be fair and chaste,And not one inch of either sex lies waste.Wouldst thou be happy ? with her ways comply,And in her case lay points of honour by:The friendship she begins, wisely improve,And a fair wife gets one a world of love:So shalt thou welcome be to ev'ry treat,Live high, not pay, and never run in debt.
Elegy V: The Dream. By Henry Cromwell.'Twas in the midst and silent dead of night,When heavy sleep oppos'd my weary sight,This vision did my troubled mind affright:-To Sol expos'd there stood a rising ground,Which cast beneath a spacious shade around;A gloomy grove of spreading oaks below,And various birds were perch'd on ev'ry bough;Just on the margin of a verdant mead,Where murm'ring brooks refreshing waters spreadTo shun the heat I sought this cool recess,But in this shade I felt my heat no less;When browzing o'er the flow'ry grass appear'd