What spiteful Star, when I was Born did Rule, That I'm thus teazed with a whining Fool, Which is the very worst of Fools; for he, Got in a Stran of dull Simplicity, Crys, _Agdes!_ See my looks, my wishing Eyes, My melting Tears and hear my begging Sighs; About your Neck I could have flung my Arms, And been all over Love, all over Charms; Grasp and hang on your K----, and there have dy'd, There breath my gasping Soul out tho' deny'd. My earnest Suits shall never give you rest, While Life and Love more durable shall last; Alive I'll Pray, 'till Breath in Pray'rs be lost, And after come a kind beseeching Ghost. He thought these soft Expressions soon might move My Heart, which was bequeath'd before to Love, No, no, these whiedling Fops I really hate, And since I am resolv'd to change my State, A Man of Wit and Sense I do adore, To him I grant my Favours and my Store, As certain Wedlock with so good a Choice, May make my Judgment, whilst I live rejoice. _FINIS._ End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Fifteen Comforts of Matrimony: Responses From Women, by Various