Woman's Resolution
Oh! — cry'd Arsenia , long, in Wedlock blest ,
Her head reclining, on her husband's breast ,
Should death divide thee, from thy doating wife ,
What comfort could be found in widow'd life ?
How the thought shakes me! — Heaven my Strephon save,
Or, give the lost Arsenia half his grave !
Jove heard the lovely mourner and approv'd :
" And should not wives , like this , said he, be lov'd ?
" Take the soft forrower at her word, and try ,
" How deeply rooted W OMAN'S vows can lie? "
'Twas said, and done — the tender Strephon dy'd ;
Arsenia , two long months — t'out live him try'd ,
But in the third — alas! became a bride ,
Her head reclining, on her husband's breast ,
Should death divide thee, from thy doating wife ,
What comfort could be found in widow'd life ?
How the thought shakes me! — Heaven my Strephon save,
Or, give the lost Arsenia half his grave !
Jove heard the lovely mourner and approv'd :
" And should not wives , like this , said he, be lov'd ?
" Take the soft forrower at her word, and try ,
" How deeply rooted W OMAN'S vows can lie? "
'Twas said, and done — the tender Strephon dy'd ;
Arsenia , two long months — t'out live him try'd ,
But in the third — alas! became a bride ,
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