Epigrams, Epigram XIII

Lovely shines thy wedded fair, Gentle as the yielding air; Cheering as the solar beam, Soothing as the fountain stream. Why then, jealous husband, rail? All may breathe the ambient gale, Bask in heaven's diffusive ray, Drink the streams that pass away. All may share unless'ning joy, Why then jealous, peevish boy? Water, air, and light confine, Ere thou think'st her only thine.