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Wright: Wedlock

    Wedlock: A Satire

    Mehetabel Wright (1697-1750)
    (Wr. c. 1730; pub. 1862)

    Thou tyrant, whom I will not name,
    Whom heaven and hell alike disclaim;
    Abhorred and shunned, for different ends,
    By angels, Jesuits, beasts and fiends!
    What terms to curse thee shall I find,
    Thou plague peculiar to mankind?
    O may my verse excel in spite
    The wiliest, wittiest imps of night!
    Then lend me for a while your rage,
    You maidens old and matrons sage:
    So may my terms in railing seem
    As vile and hateful as my theme.
    Eternal foe to soft desires,
    Inflamer of forbidden fires,
    Thou source of discord, pain and care,
    Thou sure forerunner of despair,
    Thou scorpion with a double face,
    Thou lawful plague of human race,
    Thou bane of freedom, ease and mirth,
    Thou serpent which the angels fly,
    Thou monster whom the beasts defy,
    Whom wily Jesuits sneer at too;
    And Satan (let him have his due)
    Was never so confirmed a dunce
    To risk damnation more than once.
    That wretch, if such a wretch there be,
    Who hopes for happiness from thee,
    May search successfully as well
    For truth in whores and ease in hell.

    This poem is one of many published by the EServer, a nonprofit collective.