G. EBBARE.

As Chloe fair, a new-made bride, Sat knotting in an arbour, To Colin now the damsel ty'd, No strange affection harbour.

“How poor,” says she‘s a single life, A maid's affected carriage; Spent in sighs and inward strife, Things unknown in marriage.

“Virgins vainly say they're free, None so much confin'd are; Lovers kind and good may be, Husbands may be kinder.

“Then shun not wedlock's happy chain, Nor wantonly still fly man; A single life is care and pain, Blessings wait on Hymen.”