Plate VI. Vol. II. facing p. 87. Jam. Wale Delin C.Mosley Sculp Old as he was, and void of Eye-sight too, What coud alas! a helpless Husband do. 'a Jan: & May. JANUARY T AND MA Y. HERE liv'd in Lombardy, as authors write, Of gentle manners, as of gen'rous race, Bleft with much fenfe, more riches, and fome grace. Yet led aftray by Venus' foft delights, He scarce could rule fome idle appetites: For long ago, let Priests say what they cou'd, But in due time, when fixty years were o'er, He vow'd to lead this vitious life no more;. Whether pure holiness infpir'd his mind, Or dotage turn'd his brain, is hard to find; But his high courage prick'd him forth to wed, the pleasures of a lawful bed. And try NOTES. 5 10 JANUARY AND MAY.] This Tranflation was done at fixteen or seventeen years of Age. P. This was his nightly dream, his daily care, And to the heav'nly pow'rs his conftant pray'r, 15 These thoughts he fortify'd with reasons still, (For none want reasons to confirm their will.) 20 Grave authors fay, and witty poets fing, appears, That honeft wedlock is a glorious thing: 25 To footh his cares, and, free from noise and strife, Conduct him gently to the verge of life. Let finful batchelors their woes deplore, Full well they merit all they feel, and more: 30 35 And pass his inoffenfive hours away, In bliss all night, and innocence all day: 40 Tho' fortune change, his conftant spouse remains, Augments his joys, or mitigates his pains. But what fo pure, which envious tongues will fpare? Some wicked wits have libell'd all the fair. With matchless impudence they style a wife 45 The dear-bought curfe, and lawful plague of life; A bofom-ferpent, a domestic evil, A night-invafion, and a mid-day-devil. Let not the wise these fland'rous words regard, But curfe the bones of ev'ry lying bard. 50 All other goods by fortune's hand are giv'n, A wife is the peculiar gift of heav'n. Vain fortune's favours, never at a stay, Like empty fhadows, pass, and glide away; This bleffing lafts, (if those who try, fay true) Our grandfire Adam, ere of Eve poffefs'd, 55 60 ournful looks the blissful scenes furvey'd, e folitary shade: grow 65 wife. The Maker faw, took pity, and bestow'd 70 Was fheath'd, and Ifrael liv'd to blefs the Lord. These weighty motives, January the fage Maturely ponder'd in his riper age; 75 And charm'd with virtuous joys, and sober life, 84 |