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I'd have a just decorum in all her actions shine,
With a temper condescending to suit herself & mine,
Of a chearful disposition, with humour free and gay,
And sometimes with a song to pass the time away.
Then I'd go no more a roving, &c.
It shall not be my study to court a leaden purse,
Altho', with that ingredient she will not be the worse,
Let modesty, reserve, be her property and choice,
Not over fond to cloy, and yet not over nice.
Then I'd go no more a roving, &c.
To heighten my affection, and double all my joy,
A prospect I would have of a lovely girl or boy,
And out of what I have, for it's what I would allow,
I would charitable have her, and hospitable too.
Then I'd go no more a roving, &c.
This granted, I would freely my liberty resign,
She'd give me her heart & hand, & I would give her mine,
A monarch on his throne then unenvy'd should be,
For home would be a paradise with such a girl as she.
Then I'd go no more a roving, &c.
The CHOICE of a HUSBAND.
SInce honour has attended us upon the marriage state
And from the torch of Hymen our happiness we date
If e'er the Fates ordain it that I should be a wife,
The picture I will draw of the partner of my life,
Then I'd live no longer single,
Cou'd but my influence,
A conquest gain o'er such a swain,
Endu'd with manly sense.
Then I'd live no longer single.
The fop, the beau, the fribble cou'd ne'er my fancy take
Nor yet did I admire the rattle headed rake;
But to guard himself from infsult, I'd have him bold & brave,
To wink at little foibles that I may chance to have.
Then I'd live no longer single, &c.
