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Hymen's Recruiting-Sergeant, Or, the New Matrimonial Tat-Too for Old ...
Mason Locke Weems
No preview available - 2015
American angel arms beauty beloved better blessings blest BLISS OF MATRIMONY blooming bosom BRIGHT called charming cheeks cheerful citizen comfort dear Delia delight earth embrace evil expensive eyes face fair fall feel fell fine fire Florio fond forms friendship gentle girl give Glorious ground hand Hangs happy hard harlot's head hear heart Heaven hope hour human husband industry innocence kiss Ladies leave look Lord lying maid maintain marriage married match meet mind mutual nature negro never night OLD BACHELORS pany Paradise parent passion pleasure poor prove raise raptures returned rich sake says sense share shown side sigh smile SONG soon sparkle spend strains sweet sweeten sweetest tell tender thee thing tongue true virtue voice wife wish woman young youth
Page 28 - I have found out a gift for my fair; I have found where the wood-pigeons breed; But let me that plunder forbear, She will say 'twas a barbarous deed...
Page 39 - Grace was in all her steps, Heaven in her eye, In every gesture dignity and love.
Page 37 - Let not thine heart decline to her ways, go not astray in her paths. For she hath cast down many wounded : yea, many strong men have been slain by her. Her house is the way to hell, going down to the chambers of death.
Page 48 - When on thy bosom I recline, Enraptur'd still to call thee mine, To call thee mine for life, I glory in the sacred ties, Which modern wits and fools despise, Of husband and of wife. One mutual flame inspires our bliss, The tender look, the melting kiss.
Page 15 - Through walks grown with woodbines as often we stray, Around us our boys and girls frolic and play : How pleasing their sport is ! The wanton ones see, And borrow their looks from my Jessy and me.
Page 31 - Here all her store of richest odours meets, I'll lay thee in a wilderness of sweets. Whatever to the sense can grateful be I have collected there — I want but thee. My husband's gone a journey far away, Much gold he took abroad, and long will stay, He named for his return a distant day.