BROWN Steered not so; He asked, A Virtuous Wife,
The Soul, and Salt, and Joy of Humane Life.
⟨p. 4⟩A Virtuous Wife, Heaven did on BROWN bestow;
So Heaven Rewards its Favourites below.
A Wife indeed! Which now so few attain,
Some are so; and thou MARY in the Van.
Happy the Women were, and Happy too
The Husbands, if the Sex were more like YOU.
Oh! Would they Carriage from your Conduct learn;
Be Neat; but make their Soul, their main concern.
Her BROWN, how did She Love, & please & prize;
And Saw none but that Covering of her Eyes!
The Persian Law, She would not Alter too,
That Wives give to their Husbands Honour due.
Blame not the Rabbi's now for what they Write,
How Heaven did Adam and Eve, at first Unite.
Two Bodies then if Heaven in One did frame,
Two Souls here met in One united Flame.
Sir, Tho' you Clothed her as you Loved her, well;
She would of You, more than her Clothing tell.
So Philo's Wife, with mean Array Content,
Her Husbands Worth, called Her best Ornament.
Had you been Lame, She'd been the Herpine, who
In Arms a Thousand Miles had carried You.
Or had it been your Hap to first Expire,
She had felt more than Portia's Coals of Fire.
When did She ever once your Patience try,
Or make an Head-Ache in the Family!
Yes, Once at Last; She did your Love offend;
'Twas by her Death; but never, Sir, till then!
Martyr of Love to You, Loved Rachel Dyed;
And what must now dear BENJAMIN betide?
How many means black Death at once to kill?
She felt Two Death's, and YOU a Thousand feel.
⟨p. 5⟩BROWN and his Bride with Virtuous Love display
How Christ does Love, and how his Church obey.
Why didst thou Father Jerome, say, That Strife
Must be Essential to the Married Life?
Here was a pair, the only Strife of whom
Was who should in their Goodness overcome.
BROWN Steer'd not so; He ask'd, A Vertuous Wife,
The Soul, and Salt, and Joy of Humane Life.
⟨p. 4⟩A Vertuous Wife, Heav'n did on BROWN bestow;
So Heav'n Rewards its Favourites below.
A Wife indeed! Which now so few attain,
Some are so; and thou MARY in the Van.
Happy the Women were, and Happy too
The Husbands, if the Sex were more like YOU.
Oh! Would they Carriage from your Conduct learn;
Be Neat; but make their Soul, their main concern.
Her BROWN, how did She Love, & please & prize;
And Saw none but that Covering of her Eyes!
The Persian Law, She would not Alter too,
That Wives give to their Husbands Honour due.
Blame not the Rabbi's now for what they Write,
How Heav'n did Adam and Eve, at first Unite.
Two Bodies then if Heav'n in One did frame,
Two Souls here met in One united Flame.
Sir, Tho' you Cloath'd her as you Lov'd her, well;
She would of You, more than her Cloathing tell.
So Philo's Wife, with mean Array Content,
Her Husbands Worth, call'd Her best Ornament.
Had you been Lame, She'd been the Herpine, who
In Arms a Thousand Miles had carried You.
Or had it been your Hap to first Expire,
She had felt more than Portia's Coals of Fire.
When did She ever once your Patience try,
Or make an Head-Ake in the Family!
Yes, Once at Last; She did your Love offend;
T'was by her Daath; but never, Sir, till then!
Martyr of Love to You, Lov'd Rachel Dyed;
And what must now dear BENJAMIN betide?
How many means black Death at once to kill?
She felt Two Death's, and YOU a Thousand feel.
⟨p. 5⟩BROWN and his Bride with Vertuous Love display
How Christ does Love, and how his Church obey.
Why did'st thou Father Jerom, say, That Strife
Must be Essential to the Married Life?
Here was a pair, the only Strife of whom
Was who should in their Goodness overcome.
