To One Persuading a Lady to Marriage
Forbear, bold youth; all 's heaven here,And what you do averTo others courtship may appear,'Tis sacrilege to her.She is a public deity;And were 't not very oddShe should dispose herself to beA petty household god?
First make the sun in private shineAnd bid the world adieu,That so he may his beams confineIn compliment to you:But if of that you do despair,Think how you did amissTo strive to fix her beams which areMore bright and large than his.
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