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 No process more the law can tent; Thou stand′st within its verge, And may′st with pleasure now present Thy Husband′s full discharge.

Though new contracted guilt beget New fears of divine ire; Yet fear thou not, though drown′d in debt, Thy Husband is the payer.

God might in rigour thee indite Of highest crimes and flaws; But on thy head no curse can light,—— Thy Husband is the cause.

of woe affliction is, Yet thence I borrow lumps of bliss: Though few can see a blessing in′t, It is my furnace and my mint.

Its sharpness does any lusts dispatch; Its suddenness alarms my watch, Its bitterness refines my taste, And weans me from the creature′s breast.