The Joys of Vertuous Love:
Or, An Invitation to the
Happy State of Marriage.
A Pleasant New SONG, much in Request.
This may be Printed, R.P.
To the Pleasant New Tune of, Joy to the Bridegroom.
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JOy to the Bridegroom, fill the Sky
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With pleasing sounds of welcome Joy:
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Joy to the Bride, may lasting Bliss,
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And every Day prove like to this.
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Joy to the Bride may lasting bliss,
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And every day prove like to this.
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Never were Marriage Joys Divine,
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But where two constant hearts combine,
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He that proves false, himself does cheat.
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Like Sick-Men taste, but cannot eat.
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He that proves false, himself does cheat,
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Like Sick-men taste, but cannot eat.
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True Love on Vertue fix'd, is that
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Which must give Love a lasting State,
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'Tis happy Marriage makes us blest,
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In that all Earthly joy's possest.
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happy Marriage makes us blest,
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In that all Earthly Joy's possest.
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Than that blest state, theres nothing can
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More soon accomplish happy Man,
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Who 'midst a thousand transports may
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Then pass the flying hours away.
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Who midst a thousand transports, may
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Then pass the flying hours away:
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Who then wou'd so unhappy prove,
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As not to seek for chastest love?
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Which far exceeds all we can tell,
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And to the heighth our joys does swell.
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Which far exceeds all we can tell,
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And to the heighth our Joys does swell:
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Let not fond fear, nor blushes, fright
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Lovers, though young, from such delight,
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But early let them seek their bliss,
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In the soft Arms of Loves excess.
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But early let them seek their Bliss,
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In the soft Arms of Loves Excess:
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There tender joys they still will find,
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Where each to Vertue is inclin'd,
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And in a thousand pleasures try,
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What 'tis in Love to live and dye.
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And in a thousand pleasures try,
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What 'tis in Love to Live and Dye:
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What pitty 'tis to sigh and moan,
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What cruel Fate to lye alone?
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When those Joys they may be had,
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That upon Earth can make us glad.
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When those Joys they may be had,
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That upon Earth can make us glad:
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What is a Maiden-head? ah! what?
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Of which weak Fools so often prate?
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'Tis the young Virgins pride and boast,
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Yet ne[']r was found but when 'twas lost.
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the young Virgins Pride and Boast,
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Yet ne'r was found but when 'twas lost:
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Fill me a Glass then to the brink,
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And it's Confusion here I'le Drink,
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And he that baulks the Health I nam'd,
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May he dye young, and then be blam'd.
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And he that Baulks the Health I nam'd
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May he dye young, and then be blam'd
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