This youthful beauty coolly to behold. Domestics idly talk’d of future Tyes, And Julian’s Mother of her new Allies. She pleas’d her boy by praises of his choice, Before he chose, and gave, unask’d, her voice; 680 Bade him by Care assiduous to retain The Influence that his Sex and age must gain; He was no Child, and, if he were, ’twas just For him to look to what he had to trust. His Father left him with involv’d Affairs, Who had no Mercy on his Wife and Heirs; He must take heed to what he was about, Nor fill a Parent’s mind with foolish Doubt. His Person, Mind, Connection, and Degree Might win a wealthier Maid than Emely; 690 But still, as providence had seem’d to knit The destin’d knot, she deem’d it right and fit, And charged him, on her blessing, well to play His Cards, and never throw his Luck away! Young as he was, the Boy was not at ease. He now had Motives [and] designs to please; They hurt his feelings, and he seem’d to trace Something unpleasant in his Guardian’s face. He now had thoughts that he could not express, And fear’d that Guardian more and lov’d him less. 700 But still, to please his Emely, he strove With all the eager Haste of boyish Love. She, pure and thoughtless, of all meaning void, Their walks, their Sports, their Liberty enjoy’d, But was at times offended by the Care And strange politeness she disdain’d to share. When with his Mother Tracy chanc’d to come, Who had no Care, no Manhood, to assume, The happy Damsel join’d the laughing boy, And all was careless Ecstacy and Joy. 710 He had no Love, no Hate, nor Fear nor Hope, But gave [his] Humour and his passions Scope; And oft, when Julian warn’d the nymph to shun The Rain and Cold, the Shadow and the Sun, Her favourite Cecil to the roughest Play Would call, and quarrel if she dar’d delay. Yet she perversely from the Kindness fled, And follow’d Cecil wheresoe’er he led; Nor had the Garden or the Lawn a spot Where they could venture and they ventur’d not. 720 Now from domestic Joy and Youthful Love To woes domestic we awhile remove. [Ere] the Good Man his fiftieth year had seen, With those he number’d who had living been. Slight was the Warning, and as slight the Need, When the pure Soul was from the Body freed; When the griev’d Wife and antient Parent shed Their Tears of envying Anguish o’er the Dead. They saw before them but a length of Woes, And long’d for Death, and languish’d for repose. 730 But the fair Child, their pity and their pride, Their sad affections to the World allied, And on their natures’ Tenderness she wrought; } Till they some transient fits of Pleasure caught } And, first forbidding, next received them sought. } Seldom the Boys their fairy Mistress met; The Mother sigh’d and lov’d retirement yet; Nor could she part with the consoling Aid,