The Ten Pleasures of Marriage: and the Second Part, The Confession of the New Married CoupleMarsh, A.
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The Ten Pleasures of Marriage: and the Second Part, The Confession of the New Married Couple
Marsh, A.
Marriage
THE SECOND PLEASURE.
_The Husband grows Pipsy; and keeps the first Lying-in: Takes the
Doctors advice. Is mocked by his Pot-Companions._
Just as one Candle lights another, so we see also, that two,
sympathetically minded, know, by the cleaving of their lips together,
how to breathe into each other their burning hearts-desire, wherewith
the one doth as it were kindle the other, and do every moment renew
and blow on again their even just now extinguished delights.
Of this you have here a pattern from our late married, for whom the
longest Summer daies and Winter nights fall too short to satisfy their
affections; they hardly know how to find out time that they may bestow
some few hours in taking care for the ordring and setting all things
in a decent posture in their new made Shop; imagining that they shall
alwaies live thus, _Salamander_-like in the fire, without being ever
indamaged by it. But time will teach them this better. In the mean
while we will make our selves merry with the pleasure of this married
Couple, who see now their Shop fully in order, furnisht with severall
brave goods, and a pretty young fellow to attend it.
But because Customers do not yet throng upon them, they find no other
pastime then to entertain each other in all manner of kind
imbracements, and to chear up their hearts therein to the utmost. Here
it may be plainly seen how pleasant and delightfull it is for the
young woman, because her physiognomy begins to grow the longer the
more frank and jocund.
_So, that to us, her countenance doth display
Her souls content, e're since her Wedding day._
But just as a burning Candle doth consume, though to it self
insensible, yet maketh of hers joyfull by its light, so doth our new
married Man, before few months are expired, find that he becomes the
very subject of flouting at and laughter, among his former boon
Companions; because every one jestingly tells him, that he is sick of
a fever, that the paleness of his Face, the lankness of his Cheeks,
and thinness of his Calves, doth shew it most plainly.
And verily there are some artificial Jesters who do it so neatly, that
he himself beleeves it almost to be true: yet nevertheless, to avoid
their mockeries, casts it of from him as far as possible may be. But
his own opinion doth so clearly convince him, that in himself he
ponders and considers what course is best to be taken.
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