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First to the knight Placebo thus begun (Mild were his looks, apd pleasiøg was his tone): • Such prudence, sir, in all your words appears, As plainly proves experience dwells with years ! Yet you pursue sage Solomon's advice, To work by counsel when affairs are nice: But with the wise man's leave, I must protest, So may my soul arrive at ease and rest, As still I hold your own advice the best.
• Sir, I have liv'd a courtier all my days, And studied men, their manners, and their ways; And have observ'd this useful maxim still, To let my betters always have their will. Nay, if my lord affirm that black was white, My word was this: * Your honour's in the right.' Th'assuming wit, who deems himself so wise, As his mistaken patron to advise, Let him not dare to vent his dangerous thouglity A noble fool was never in a fault. This, sir, affects not you, whose every word Is weigh'd with judgement, and befits a lord: Your will is mine; and is (I will maintain) Pleasing to God, and should be so to man! At least your courage all the world must praise, Who dare to wed in your declining days. Indulge the vigour of your mounting blood, And let grey fools be indolently good, Who, past all pleasure, damn the joys of sense, With reverend dulness, and grave impotence.'
Justin, who silent sat, and heard the man, Thus, with a philosophic frown, began :
"A heathen author of the first degree (Who, though not faith, had sense as well as we), Bids us be certain our concerns to trust To those of generous principles, and just. The venture's greater, I'll presume to say, To give your person, than your goods away : Aud, therefore, sir, as you regard your rest, First learn your lady's qualities at least :
Whether she's chaste or rampant, proud or civil,
; 'Tis well, 'ris wondrous well,' the knight replies,
blame, To slander wives, and wedlock's holy name.'
At this the counsel rose, without delay ; Each, in his own opinion, went his way; With full consent, that, all disputes appeas'd, The knight should marry, when and where he
pleas'd. Who now but January exults with joy? The charms of wedlock all his soul employ; Each nymph by turns his wavering mind possest, And reign'd the short-liv'd tyrant of his breast; While fancy pictur'd every lively part, And each bright image wanderd o'er his heart. Thus, in some public foram fix'd on high, A mirror shows the figures moving by ; Still one by one, in swift succession, pass The gliding shadows o'er the polish'd glass. This lady's charns the nicest could not blame, But vile suspicions had aspers'd her fame; That was with sense, but not with virtue blest; And one had grace, that wanted all the rest. Thus doubting long what nymph he should obey. He fix'd at last upon the youthful May. Her faults be knew not, Love is always blind, But every charm revolv'd within his mind: Her tender age, her form divinely fair, Her easy motion, her attractive air, Her sweet behaviour, her enchanting face, Her moving softness, and majestic grace.
Much in his prudence did our knight rejoice, And thought no mortal could dispute his choice; Once more in haste he summon'd every friend, And told them all, their pains were at an end. * Heaven that,' said he, inspir'd me first to wed, Provides a consort worthy of my bed : Let none oppose th' election, since on this Depends my quiet, and my future bliss.
A dame there is, the darling of my eyes, Young, beauteous, artless, innocent, and wise; Chaste, though not rich; and, though not nobly
bого, Of honest parents, and may serve my turn.
Her will I wed, if gracious Heaven so please,
One only doubt remains : full oft I've heard,
This Justin heard, nor could his spleen control, Touch'd to the quick, and tickled at the soul. • Sir knight,' he cried, “ if this be all you dread, Heaven put it past your doubt, whene'er you wed; And to my fervent prayers so far consent, That, ere the rites are o'er, you may repent ! Good Heaven, no doubt, the nuptial state approves, Since it chastises still what best it loves. Then be not, sir, abandon'd to despair ; Seek, and perhaps you'll find among the fair, One that may do your business to a hair; Not ev'n in wish, your happiness delay, But prove the scourge to lash you on your way: Then to the skies your mounting soul shall go, Swift as an arrow soaring from the bow! Provided still, you moderate your joy, Nor in your pleasures all your might employ, Let reason's rule your strong desires abate, Nor please too lavishly your gentle mate. Old wives there are, of judgement most acute, Who solve these questions beyond all dispute ; Consult with those, and be of better cheer; Marry, do penance, and dismiss your
fear.' So said, they rose, no more the work delay'd; The match was offer'd, the proposals made.
The parents you may think, would soon comply;
I pass each previous settlement and deed,
And now the palace-gates are open'd wide, The guests appear in order, side by side, And plac'd in state the bridegroon and the
bride. The breathing flute's soft notes are heard around, And the shrill trumpets mix their silver sound; The vaulted roofs with echoing music ring, These touch the vocal stops, and those the trem