Eureka. The virtuous woman found. A short essay on the memory of Mrs. Mary…Eureka. The vertuous woman found. A short essay on the memory of Mrs. Mary…

O Parents, Pity the fond Sons of Men, And your fair Daughters well adorn for them. With Useful Knowledge freight their Tender Souls; Why should they Empty be, but Noisy Fools? Teach them the Skill an House to Guide & Feed, And with Kind Mates an Easy Life to Lead. Goodness to them, and all Good Humour Show; The Pious Parents Shaped their MARY so. The Wretch that is alone to Mammon Wed, May chance to find a Satan in the Bed. She's Rich! That's all they say on her behalf: Her Gold you Worship, and a Golden Calf. Wink hard and Wed; a Bag and Baggage too, In Markets often do together go. Who by mere Hundreds and by Thousands choose, A Thousand tis to One, themselves they loose. The Rigging of the Ship; the Tear & Wear, Will soon cost more than all She brought with her. Why should her Dress Ensnare? Tis dearly bought: Poor Woodcocks that are in a Ribbon caught. Or why her Dance bewitch? Upon an head Not like John Baptists, her Light Feet shall tread.

O Parents, Pity the fond Sons of Men, And your fair Daughters well adorn for them. With Useful Knowledge fraight their Tender Souls; Why should they Empty be, but Noisy Fools? Teach them the Skill an House to Guide & Feed, And with Kind Mates an Easy Life to Lead. Goodness to them, and all Good Humour Show; The Pious Parents Shap'd their MARY so. The Wretch that is alone to Mammon Wed, May chance to find a Satan in the Bed. She's Rich! That's all they say on her behalf: Her Gold you Worship, and a Golden Calf. Wink hard and Wed; a Bag and Baggage too, In Markets often do together go. Who by meer Hundreds and by Thousands choose, A Thousand tis to One, themselves they loose. The Rigging of the Ship; the Tear & Wear, Will soon cost more than all She brought with her. Why should her Dress Ensnare? Tis dearly bought: Poor Woodcocks that are in a Ribbon caught. Or why her Dance bewitch? Upon an head Not like John Baptists, her Light Feet shall tread.

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.