How vile are the Sordid Intrigues of the Town, Cheating and Lying continually sway; From Bully and Punk, to the Politick Gown, In Plotting and Sotting, they waste the Day: All their Discourse is of Foreign Affairs, The @3French@1 and the Wars is always the cry; Marriage alas is declining, Nay, tho' a poor Virgin lies pining, Ah Curse of this Jarring, what luck have I. I hop'd a rich Trader by Ogling Charms, Into my Conjugal Fetters to bring; I planted my snare too, for one lov'd Arms, But found his design was another thing: From the Court Province, down to the dull Citts, Both Cully and Wits of Marriage are shy; Marriage alas is declining, Nay, tho a poor Virgin lies pining, Ah pox of the @3Mounsieur@1, what luck have I. |