An
EPITHALAMIUM
On the Jovial
NUPTIALS
Of
Capt. JAMES DONALDSON
GAZETTEER
And
OBSERVATOR:
With the Meritorious Lady Mrs. JEAN REID, alias Mrs. SCOT.
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IN Compensation of your Vademecum,
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It seems now to be alias tecum,
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Than when you call'd us Shamout Whores
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or going masked out of Doors
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In saying we're more excellent,
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Than those you strive most to content,
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One sure has put you out of Pine,
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Since you pretend to be Divine,
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By fetching of a long Narration,
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Of your Pamphlet from the Creation:
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Until this time that State Affairs
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Helps you a good hitch up the Stairs,
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Else surely you had made no stop
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Before this time to catch a Rop,
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Had you not got some of Eves seed,
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To make you comfortably Feed.
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For which you own her the best thing,
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Gives Satisfaction, when wanting,
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Philosophy and Mathematick;
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Has made you somewhat hipostatick.
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Since your Fair Lady Mistris Scot,
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Does condescend unto a Sott;
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For bowing down so low's her feet,
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With demonstrations most unmeet.
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Owning her the principal cause
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Of your Liberties and Laws.
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Reckning't your chiefest happiness,
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And means of Temporal Blessedness.
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To be charm'd, with her imbraces,
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And admit within her Laces.
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Whose Sex, or intrinsick worth,
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Deserves esteem, because your Birth,
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Of her you hold, why she'l support,
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Him others scorn'd with to resort.
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Without her you cann't live alone,
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She's your pearl and precious stone.
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Whom if you want your Miserie,
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Would be recorded in History,
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Those you call'd weak, you'l chance find strong
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When your compell'd to sing that song.
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That by experience you saw,
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The weakness of your Humane aw.
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And your consumed by Woman,
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Although you seem a haughty Man;
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Who would reap that you ne're did sow,
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You may drive Cart, or herd a Cow.
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And with a Slut take as much pleasure,
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As those have Ladies and great Treasure.
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For with a Clown a Country Lass,
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Into the Dark may as well pass,
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As the fynest Ladie can,
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With Noble or with Gentleman.
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