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esented by the Gods above, A lively Emblem of the Charms of Love. All o're Divine, a Heaven, here below Man's Paradice, where Joys in Plenty flow. No Shame, but Honour does bless'd Wedlock Crown, And ushers in both Glory and Renown. Sweet pretty Babes, the Product of each Charm, In Marriage-Bed protects us from all harm, Their Innocence like Lambs and Doves appear, Which make our Hearts and Minds quite void of Care. No Sorrow can lay hold of Man or Wife, Where Love and Virtue is the Rule of Life. _Answer to the Third mock Comfort._ Oh! Monstrous Man, nay Beast, (I almost said) What cursed Thoughts are got into thy Head? To rail at those to whom thy Life is due, No Mortal yet durst be so vile as you? If whipping _Joan_ was here alive and stout, You do deserve to be well whip'd about. Ten thousand lashes shall adorn thy Bumb, If ever such a whipping Lass should come. 'Tis strange a Woman shou'd be so envy'd, Not only mock'd, but shamefully bely'd. With bawdy Gossips, and the Lord knows what, To Name a Child the Husband never got. You call him Fool, and yet that Title claim, And prove your self the Person you wou'd Name. You know it is a Woman's due by Birth, To Scold and Cry, next moment Joy and Mirth. One minute smile, the very next a Frown, Perhaps the next she knocks her Husband down. But what does this to hinder higher Charms? When Joys are fix'd between the Husband's Arms, Such transports are out of the reach of thought, Tis only known where Wedlock Bonds are wrought. _Answer to the Fourth Mock Comfort._ The Marriage-hater here is forc'd to own, The many Comforts which doth Wedlock Crown. But strives to mix it with such Cares and Toil, As if curs'd Malice cou'd such Blessings spoil. Makes Charges frightful on that very score, As if Mankind should ne'er encrease no more; Nay, _Atheist_-like, he makes it ten times worse, And calls _God's Blessings_ nothing but a Curse: Our Sons are Sots, and all our Daughters Whores, Because we keep the Woolf just from the Doors: Was ever Man so void of Sense and Shame, As thus against all Reason to exclaim? As i
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