XII.
On the greene margin of the ſtreame he lay,
While ſoftlie ſtealing on his languid mind
Th' ideal ſcene would hold a moments ſway,
And the domeſtick houre all ſmyles diſplay,
Where fixt eſteeme the fond diſcourse inſpires:
Now through his heart would glide the ſprightlie ray
Where Married Love bids light his pureſt fires,
Where Elegance preſides, and wakes the Young Deſires.
XIII.
Shockd he beholds the odious colours riſe,
Where ſelfiſhneſſe, low pride and ſpleen combind,
Bid every anguiſhd thought his mate deſpiſe,
His mate unformd for ſweete Affections ties:
Grovling, indelicate—Stung to the heart
His indignation heaves in ſtifled ſighs;
But ſoon his paſſion burſts with ſuddein ſtart:
His children ſtrike his thoughts with lively pierſant ſmart.
