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XL

He was most gay. The happy date

In three weeks would arrive for them;

The secrets of the marriage state

And love’s delicious diadem

With rapturous longing he awaits,

Nor in his dreams anticipates

Hymen’s embarrassments, distress,

And freezing fits of weariness.

Though we, of Hymen foes, meanwhile,

In life domestic see a string

Of pictures painful harrowing,

A novel in Lafontaine’s style,

My wretched Lenski’s fate I mourn,

He seemed for matrimony born.