'Oh! that we lived so beauteous and so bless'd!'
"Come then, my mistress, and my wife; for she
Who trusts my honour is the wife for me;
Your slave, your husband, and your friend employ,
In search of pleasures we may both enjoy."
To this the damsel, meekly firm, replied:
"My mother loved, was married, toil'd, and died;
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With joys, she'd griefs, had troubles in her course,
But not one grief was pointed by remorse;