ISO LOPE of FAME, Sat. V.

Nought but a genius can a genius fit;

A wit herself, Amelia weds a wit.

Both wits', tho’ miracles are said to cease,

Three days,three wond’rous days!they liv’d inpeacejWith the fourth fun a warm dispute arose,

On ‘Durffs poesy, and Bunny ans prose.

The learned war both wage with equal force.And the fifth morn concluded the divorce.

‘Phœbe, tho’ she possesses nothing less,

Is 1 proud of being rich in happiness.

Laboriously pursues delusive toys,

Content with pains, since they’re reputed joys jWith what welhacted transport will she say,

Well sure, we were so happy yesterday !

And then that charming'party for to-morrow!"Tho’ well sire knows, ’twill languiih into sorrow.

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