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No graceful form I prize; no bosom fair,
And, with Her, all the Virtues from above.
C. H. S.
To make a merry time on't while they may.
Come twelve-months hence, I warrant them they'd ge To church again more willingly than now
So all might be undone.
An ill-match'd pair
So I conceive you. Youth perhaps and age?
No-both are young enough.
Perhaps the man then→→→
A lazy idler, one who better likes
The alehouse than his work?
Why Sir, for that
He always was a well-conditioned lad,
One who'd work hard and well; and as for drink, Save now and then mayhap at Christmas time, Sober as wife could wish.
Then is the girl
A shrew, or else untidy. One who'd welcome
She's notable enough, and as for temper
The best good-humour'd girl! d'ye see that house?
And often as I came to weeding here,
I've heard her singing as she milk'd her cows
Because it made me think upon
When I had got as little on my mind,
And was as chearful too. But she would marry,
And folks must reap as they have sown. God help her!
Why Mistress, if they both are well inclined,
They've no money.
But both can work; and sure as chearfully
She'd labour for herself as at the farm.
And he wo'nt work the worse because he knows
That she will make his fire-side ready for him,
A little while.
All very well,
And what if they are poor?
Riches ca'nt always purchase happiness,
And much we know will be expected there
Where much was given.
All this I have heard at church!
And when I walk in the church-yard, or have been
But when I hear my children cry for hunger
Because I think of mine.
You have known trouble,
These haply may be happier.
Why for that
I've had my share; some sickness and some sorrow,
Well will it for them to know no worse.
Yet had I rather hear a daughter's knell
Than her wedding peal, Sir, if I thought her fate
Sure, sure, good Woman,
You look upon the world with jaundiced eyes!