A LOVER'S CHRONICLE. ABRAHAM COWLEY. MARGARITA first possess'd, If I remember well, my breast, But when awhile the wanton maid With my restless heart had play'd, Martha soon did it resign To the beauteous Catharine. Eliza till this hour might reign, And still new favourites she chose, Mary then, and gentle Anne, Both to reign at once began; Alternately they sway'd; And sometimes Mary was the fair, And sometimes Anne the crown did wear, And sometimes both I obey'd. Another Mary then arose, Long, alas! should I have been Had not Rebecca set me free. When fair Rebecca set me free,. One month, three days, and half an hour, And so Susanna took her place. But when Isabella came, She beat out Susan by the bye. But in her place I then obey'd Thousand worse passions then possess'd The interregnum of my breast; Bless me from such an anarchy ! Gentle Henrietta then, And a third Mary, next began ; Then Joan, and Jane, and Audria ; And then a long et cætera. But should I now to you relate If I should tell the politic arts The letters, embassies, and spies, And all the little lime-twigs laid, I more voluminous should grow But I will briefer with them be, Since few of them were long with me. Whom God grant long to reign! THE BEST OF WIVES. A TALE. A MAN had once a vicious wife His days and night were spent in strife Unceasing. Her tongue went glibly all day long, And ill done. A truce without doors or within, From speeches long as statesmen spin, Or rest from her eternal din, He found not. He every soothing art display'd, Tried of what stuff her skin was made; Failing in all, to Heav'n he pray'd To take her. Once walking by a river's side, In mournful terms, 'My dear,' he cried, 'No more let feuds our peace divide ; I'll end them. 'Weary of life, and quite resign'd, As can be ; 'Or Nature may assert his reign, My troubles.' With eager haste the dame complies, Before her. 'Yet, when I view the rolling tide, Nature revolts,' he said; 'beside, I would not be a suicide, And die thus: It would be better far, I think, |