The Man That Loves And Laughs Must

Tis Use Alone That Sanctifies Expense And Splendor Borrow All Her Rays From Sense.

What Woeful Stuff This Madrigal Would Be, In Some Starved Hackney Sonneteer, Or Me! But Let A Lord Once Own The Happy Lines, How The Wit Brightens! How The Style Refines!

Chaste To Her Husband, Frank To All Beside, A Teeming Mistress, But A Barren Bride.

Grave Authors Say, And Witty Poets Sing, That Honest Wedlock Is A Glorious Thing.

Content If Hence Th' Unlearn'd Their Wants May View, The Learn'd Reflect On What Before They Knew.