Shun too, my Dear, the _Lewder Wits_ o' th' Town,
As watchfully as they'd avoid a Dun.
For such a Man too soon wou'd let you see,
_Lewdness_ and _Marriage_ do but ill Agree.
Oft at the Theatre such Sparks I've seen, }
With _Rakish Looks, half Drunk_, come Reeling in; }
Tossing their _Wigs_, their _Backs_ against the Scene. }
Regardless of the Play (a Mark of Wit)
Bow to some Lewd Companion in the Pit.
Take Snuff, fling round, in the Side-Box be seen,
Whisper a Mask, and then Retire again,
To some Lov'd _Tavern_, where's their chief Delight, }
There in Debaucheries they spend the Night, }
Then Stagger homeward by the Morning Light. }

Thus the Extravagant squanders his Estate,
Scarce e'er Consid'ring till it be too late:
And then a _Wife_ must Cure the dang'rous Sore,
A _Fortune_ too, his _Acres_ must Restore;
The Woman Found, is by Addresses won;
They're _married_: He's _profuse_, and she's _undone_.
The Wound once heal'd, he soon forgets the Pain,
And takes the Trade of _Lewdness_ up again:
In Vicious Days and Nights his Life is spent;
The _Pleasure_ his, but her's the _Punishment_;
For now the Heav'n she Dreamt of, proves her Hell,
Whose only _Fault_ was Loving him too well.
Pensive all Day she sits; all Night alone;
She does her slighted Love, but more his Loss bemoan.
By kind Endearments Fraught with Innocence,