A Word of Warning, OR Few Happy Marriages. I. SAY, Mighty Love, and teach my Song To whom thy Sweetest Joys belong, And who the Happy Pairs Whose Yielding Hearts and Joyning Hands Find Blessings twisted with their Bands To soften all their Cares. II. Not the Wild Herd of Nymphs and Swains That thoughtless fly into the Chains As Custom leads the way: If there be Bliss without Design, Ivys and Oaks may grow and twine, And be as Blest as they. III. Not Sordid Souls, whose Earthy Mould Drawn by Congenial Charms of Gold To dull Embraces move: So two Rich Mountains of Peru May rush to Wealthy Marriage too, And make a World of Love. IV. Not the Mad Tribe that Hell inspires With Wanton Flames; those raging Fires The Purer Bliss destroy: On Aetna's top let Furies Wed, And Sheets of Lightning dress the Bed T' improve the Burning Joy. V. Nor the Dull Pairs whose Marble Forms None of the melting Passions warms, Can mingle Hearts and Hands: Logs of green Wood that quench the Coals Are Married just like Stoick Souls, With Osyers for their Bands. VI. Not Minds of Melancholy Strain Still Silent, or that still Complain, Can the dear Bondage bless: As well may Heavenly Consorts spring From two old Lutes with ne're a String, Or none besides the Bass. VII. Nor can the soft Enchantments hold Two Jarring Souls of Angry Mould, The Rugged, and the Keen: Sampson's young Foxes might as well In Bonds of Cheerful Wedlock dwell With Fire-brands ty'd between. VIII. Nor let the Cruel Fetters bind A Gentle to a Savage Mind; For Love abhors the Sight: Loose the fierce Tyger from the Deer, For native Rage and native Fear Stand and forbid Delight. IX. Two Kindest Souls alone must meet; 'Tis Friendship makes the Bondage sweet, And feeds their mutual Loves: Bright Venus on her Rolling Throne Is drawn by gentlest Birds alone, And Cupids Yoke the Doves.