G. EBBARE.

As Chloe fair, a new-made bride,

Sat knotting in an arbour,

To Colin now the damsel ty'd,

No strange affection harbour.

“How poor,” says she‘s a single life,

A maid's affected carriage;

Spent in sighs and inward strife,

Things unknown in marriage.

“Virgins vainly say they're free,

None so much confin'd are;

Lovers kind and good may be,

Husbands may be kinder.

“Then shun not wedlock's happy chain,

Nor wantonly still fly man;

A single life is care and pain,

Blessings wait on Hymen.”