The Pleasures of a Single Life, Or, The Miseries of Matrimony by Anonymous
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page 33 of 41 (80%)
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Half _Ass_, half _Puppet_, and the least of _Man_;
One that seems just for Nature's Pastime made, A _Gawdy_ Carcass, with an _Empty Head_; Whose only _Knowledge_ lies in _modish Dress_, And seldom looks much further than his Glass. A Creature only Govern'd by his Will; And never _Reads_ above a _Taylors Bill_; A Wretch extreamly _Whimsical_ and _Proud_, Stiff in _Opinion, Talkative_ and _Loud_; And that which most Compleatly Arms the _Fool_, Is, That the _Fop's_ Emphatically dull. That such, _Melissa_, may Address, 'tis true, Write a soft _Song_, or senseless _Billetdoux_, But 'tis _Themselves_ they _Admire_ in't, not _You_: And she that's basely Yok'd with one of these, Must e'en be Wedded to his _Vanities_; Doat on a _Thing_ that scarce deserves a Name, While he with _Slights_ rewards her Vertuous Flame: For tell me, can he less _Indifferent_ prove, Who thinks no Woman can Deserve his Love? No, no, _Melissa_, never think he can; For if you do, you're Cozen'd in your Man. Self-Affectation sways his little Sense; Nought but _Himself_ he Loves, and _Ignorance_. By fatal Chance, if such a Man you Wed, Better, _Melissa_, thou had'st Dy'd a Maid: Ev'n such a Lover, were a Plague too great; From such a Husband, Guard me, Oh my Fate! |
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