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EPILOGUES.
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With hidden fear and difmal horrour ftruck,
I heard my fpoufe was to fubfcribe the book.
By all our loves I begg’d he would forbear;
Upon my knees I wept, and tore my hair.
But when I found him fix’d, how I behav’d 1
I thought him loft, and like a fury rav’d ;
Believ’d he would for ever be undone,
By fome ftrange operation undergone.
When he came back, I found a change, ’tis true.
But fuch a change as did his youth renew :
With rofy cheeks and finding grace he came.
And fparkling eyes, that Ipoke a bridegroom’s flame.
Ye married ladies, ’tis a happy life.
Believe me, that of a free-malbn’s wife.
Tho’ they conceal the fecrets of their friends.
In love and truth they make us full amends.