Piscator and Corydon. 73 



While kniting his Wife, 

 Is spending her Life, 

 And all for the Pride of the Nation. 



God a mercy Hobl>, we thank you for your Song, 

 'Tis time to part, I think we've tarried long. 

 The Cocks are now begining for to Crow, 

 And each must part, and to his home now go, 

 Lest Wives should chide, who are commanders all, 

 Good hours do often keep us from a hraul. 

 I'll be those Wives whose clamorous Tongues repay, 

 Our softest kindness tho we seldom stray, 

 Love be our guide, and Love restrains our fears, 

 While Love gives health unto succeeding years. 

 Time flys apace as we have tryal made; 

 The Night's too short, or longer I'd a staid. 

 Now take my thanks, kind Corydon, your friends 

 Accept the same, my mind now homeward tends 

 Lest dubious thoughts, in my Loves breast should 



rise, 



And anger breed, which to prevent be wise, 

 And keep good hours, tho now I did exceed 

 'Twas Love, 'twas Kindness to my friend indeed, 

 Sinister actions, let none willing try 

 Good night, prosperity attend you all, good buy. 



Piscator's gone, in joys he's doubly blest, 

 While all tranquilities possess his Breast; 

 Pious his Soul, contentment in his mind, 

 The greatest Treasure Mortals here can find. 



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