O marriage! marriage! what a curse is thine, Where hands alone consent and hearts abhor.
When Christ at Cana's feast by pow'r divine, Inspir'd cold water, with the warmth of wine, See! cry'd they while, in red'ning tide, it gush'd, The bashful stream hath seen its God and blush'd.
Shun fear, it is the ague of the soul! a passion man created for himself--for sure that cramp of nature could not dwell in the warm realms of glory.
Servile doubt argues an impotence of mind, that says we fear because we dare not meet misfortunes.
Oh, treacherous night thou lendest thy ready veil to every treason, and teeming mischief's beneath thy shade.
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