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Come haste to the wedding ye friends and ye neighbors, The
lovers their bliss can no longer delay. Forget all your sorrows your cares
and your labors, And let every heart beat with rapture today. Come,
come one and all, attend to my call, And revel in pleasures that never can
cloy. Come see rural felicity, Which love and innocence ever enjoy.
Let Envy, Let Pride, Let Hate & Ambition, Still Crowd to, &
beat at the breast of the Great, To Such Wretched Passions we Give no
admission, But Leave them alone to the wise ones of State, We Boast of
No wealth, but Contentment & Health, In mirth & in Friendship, our
moments employ Come see rural felicity, Which love and innocence ever
enjoy.
With Reason we taste of Each Heart Stirring pleasure, With
Reason we Drink of the full flowing Bowl, Are Jocund & Gay, But 'tis
all within measure, For fatal excess will enslave the free Soul, Then
Come at our bidding to this Happy wedding, No Care Shall obtrude here, our
Bliss to annoy, Come see rural felicity, Which love and innocence ever
enjoy. |
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