An ancient Proverb
Remove away that black'ning church,
Remove away that marriage hearse,
away that man of blood --
You'll quite remove the ancient curse.
If I e'er grow to man's estate,
O! give to me a woman's fate.
May I govern all, both great and small,
the last word, and take the wall.
Since all the riches of this world
May be gifts from the Devil and earthly kings,
I should suspect that I
worshipp'd the Devil
If I thank'd my God for worldly things.
The countless gold of a merry heart,
The rubies and pearls of a loving eye,
The indolent never
can bring to the mart,
Nor the secret hoard up in his treasury.
The Angel that presided o'er my birth
Said `Little creature, form'd of joy and mirth,
Go, love without the
help of anything on earth.'
Grown old in love from seven till seven times seven,
I oft have wish'd for Hell, for ease from Heaven.
Do what you will this life's a fiction,
And is made up of contradiction.
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