THE king delighted seemed at what he heard; But since her journey could not be deferred, The princess, with a num'rous escort, tried Again o'er seas t'wards Garba's shores to glide, And, there arrived, was cordially received By Mamolin, who loved, she soon believed, To fond excess; and, all her suite to aid, A handsome gift to ev'ry one was made.
THE king with noble feasts the court regaled, At which Alaciel pleasantly detailed just what she liked, or true or false, 'twas clear; The prince and courtiers were disposed to hear.
AT night the queen retired to soft repose, From whence next morn with honour she arose; The king was found much pleasure to express; Alaciel asked no more, you well may guess.
BY this we learn, that husbands who aver Their wond'rous penetration often err; And while they fancy things so very plain, They've been preceded by a fav'rite swain. The safest rule 's to be upon your guard; Fear ev'ry guile; yet hope the full reward.
SWEET, charming FAIR, your characters revere; The Mamolin's a bird not common here. With us Love's fascination is so soon Succeeded by the licensed honey moon, There's scarcely opportunity to fool, Though oft the husband proves an easy tool.
YOUR friendships may be very chaste and pure, But strangely Cupid's lessons will allure. Defeat his wiles; resist his tempting charms E'en from suspicion suffer not alarms. Don't laugh at my advice; 'twere like the boys, Who better might amuse themselves with toys.
IF any one, howe'er unable seem, To make resistance 'gainst the flame supreme Turn ALL to jest; though right to keep the crown Yet lost, 'there wrong, yourself to hang or drown.
THE worst of ills, with jealousy compared, Are trifling torments ev'ry where declared.
IMAGINE, to yourself a silly fool, To dark suspicion grown an easy tool; No soft repose he finds, by night or day; But rings his ear, he's wretched ev'ry way! Continually he dreams his forehead sprouts; The truth of reveries he never doubts. But this I would not fully guaranty, For he who dreams, 'tis said, asleep should be; And those who've caught, from time to time, a peep, Pretend to say--the jealous never sleep.
A MAN who has suspicions soon will rouse; But buz a fly around his precious spouse, At once he fancies cuckoldom is brought, And nothing can eradicate the thought; In spite of reason he must have a place, And numbered be, among the horned race; A cuckold to himself he freely owns, Though otherwise perhaps in flesh and bones.