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Excufe me, dear, if aught amifs was said, 790
Ah mylov'dlord! 'twas much unkind (shecry'd) On bare fufpicion thus to treat your bride. 795 But till your fight's establish'd, for a while, Imperfect objects may your fenfe beguile. Thus when from sleep we first our eyes display, The balls are wounded with the piercing ray, And dusky vapours rise, and intercept the day: So juft recov'ring from the fhades of night, 801 Your swimming eyes are drunk with fudden light, Strange phantoms dance around, and fkim before your fight.
Then, Sir, be cautious, nor too rafhly deem; Heav'n knows how feldom things are what they feem! 805
Confult your reason, and you foon fhall find
With that she leap'd into her Lord's embrace With well diffembled virtue in her face.
He hugg'd her close, and kiss'd her o'er and o'er, Disturb'd with doubts and jealoufies no more;
Both, pleas'd and blefs'd, renew'd their mutual
A fruitful wife, and a believing spouse,
Thus ends our tale, whofe moral next to make, Let all wife husbands hence example take; And pray, to crown the pleasure of their lives, To be so well deluded by their wives.