THE WINTER NOSEGAY. I. WHAT nature, alas! has denied To the delicate growth of our ifle, Art has in a measure fupplied, And winter is deck'd with a fmile. See, Mary, what beauties I bring From the shelter of that funny fhed, Where the flow'rs have the charms of the spring, Though abroad they are frozen and dead. II. Tis a bow'r of Arcadian fweets, Where Flora is ftill in her prime, A fortrefs, to which fhe retreats From the cruel affaults of the clime. While earth wears a mantle of fnow, These pinks are as fresh and as gay As the faireft and sweetest that blow On the beautiful bofom of May. III. See how they have fafely furviv'd The frowns of a sky so severe; Such Mary's true love, that has liv'd The charms of the late blowing rofe And the winter of forrow best shows MUTUAL FORBEARANCE NECESSARY TO THE HAPPINESS OF THE MARRIED STATË. THE lady thus addrefs'd her fpoufe What a mere dungeon is this house! By no means large enough; and, was it, Are fuch an antiquated scene, They overwhelm me with the spleen! And shall expect him at the door You are fo deaf, the lady cried, (And rais'd her voice, and frown'd befide) You are fo fadly deaf, my dear, What fhall I do to make you hear? Yes, truly-one must scream and bawl I tell you, you can't hear at all! Then, with a voice exceeding low, No matter if you hear or no. Alas! and is domestic strife, That foreft ill of human life, And something, ev'ry day they live, But if infirmities that fall In common to the lot of all— A blemish or a sense impair'd- The comfort of the wedded state; Instead of harmony, 'tis jar And tumult, and inteftine war. The love that cheers life's latest stage, Proof against sickness and old age, Preferv'd by virtue from declenfion, Becomes not weary of attention; But lives, when that exterior grace |