88 LOFEosFAME, Sat. V.

Her darling China in a whirlwind sentjust intimates the Lady’s discontent.

Wine may indeed excite the meekest dame,But keen Zantippe scorning borrow'd flame,

Can vent her thunders, and her lightnings play,O’er cooling gruel, and composing tea.

Nor rests by night, but more sincere than nice,She Jbakesjhe curtains with her kind advice.Doubly like Eccho, found is her delight,

And the last word is her eternal right.

Is’t not enough plagues, wars, and famines rifeTo lafli our crimes, but must our wives be wife?

Famine, plague, war, and an unnumber’d throngOf guilt-avenging ills, to man belong;

What black, what ceaseless cares besiege our state?What stroaks we feel from fancy, and from fate ?

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