She should share all his pleasures as her own,
And see whatever could be sought or shown. 470
This run of pleasure for a time she bore,
And then affirm’d that she could taste no more;
She loved it while its nature it retain’d,
But, made a duty, it displeased and pain’d.
“Have we not means?” the joyous husband cried;
“But I am wearied out,” the wife replied.
“Wearied with pleasure! Thing till now unheard—
Are all that sweeten trouble to be fear’d?