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THE CHOICE OF A WIFE BY CHEESE. There liv'd in York, an age ago, A man whose name was Pimlico: He lov'd three sisters passing well, But which the best he could not tell. These sisters three, divinely fair, Show'd Pimlico their tenderest care : For each was elegantly bred, And all were
ich inclin'd to wed; And all made Pimlico their choice, And prais’d him with their sweetest voice. Young Pim, the gallant and the gay, Like ass divided 'tween the hay, At last resolv'd to gain his ease, And choose his wife by eating cheese. He wrote his card, he seal'd it up, And said with them that night he'd sup; Desir'd that there might only be Good Cheshire cheese, and but them three; He was resolv'd to crown his life, And by that means to fix his wife, The girls were pleas'd at his conceit; Each dress'd herself divinely neat; With faces full of peace and plenty, Blooming with roses under twenty. For surely Nancy, Betsy, Sally, Were sweet as lilies of the valley : But singly surely buxom Bet Was like new hay and miguionet; But each surpass'd a poet's fancy, For that of truth, was said of Nancy: And as for Sal, she was a donna, As fair as those of old Cretona,
Who to Apelles lent their faces
Sally I now declare my bride :
Captain Thompson. 1
MUTUAL FORBEARANCE NECESSARY TO THE
HAPPINESS OF THE MARRIED STATE. The lady thus address'd her
spouse• What a mere dungeon is this bouse ! By no means large enough; and was it, Yet this dull room, and that dark closet,
Those hangings with their worn-out graces,
* You are so deaf,' the lady cried, And rais'd her voice, and frown'd beside" You are so sadly deaf, my dear, What shall I do to make you hear ??
* Dismiss poor Harry!' he replies ; Some people are more nice than wise, For one slight trespass all this stir? What if he did ride whip and spur, 'Twas but a mile-your fav’rite horse Will never look one hair the worse.'
Well, I protest 'tis past all bearing• Child! I am rather hard of hearing
Yes, truly-one must scream and bawl:
Alas! and is domestic strife,
and something, ev'ry day they live,
The love that cheers life's latest stage,
DR, DESANY'S VILLA.
You scarce upon the borders euter,
crow can make it night, When o’er your farm she takes her flight: Yet, in this narrow compass, we Observe a vast variety: Both walks, walls, meadows, and parterres, Windows, and doors, and rooms, and stairs, And hills, and dales, and woods, and fields, And hay, and grass, and corn, it yields; All to your haggard brought so cheap in, Without the mowing or the reaping : A razor, though to say't I'm loth, Would shave you and your meadows both.
Though small's the farm, yet there's a house
A little riv'let seems to steal
Were it as big