Poor RICHARD’s Description of his Country WIFE JOAN. A SONG — TUNE, The Hounds are all out 1. Of their Chloes and Phyllises Poets may prate, I will sing my plain COUNTRY JOAN; Twice twelve Years my Wife, still the Joy of my Life: Bless’d Day that I made her my own, My dear Friends. Bless’d Day that I made her my own. 2. Not a Word of her Shape, or her Face, or her Eyes, Of Flames or of Darts shall you hear: Though I BEAUTY admire, ’tis VIRTUE I prize, Which fades not in seventy Years. 3. In Health a Companion delightful and gay, Still easy, engaging, and free; In Sickness no less than the faithfullest Nurse, As … Continue reading
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