Nay, more than this, Mankind long since had ceas’d,
And now had been surviv’d by senceless Beast,
He’d Slept and Wasted in obscurity,
And Darkly perish’d in his Infancy. 
If Heaven, had not sent so blest a Creature,
To be the Treasure house of human Nature;
So the alwise Creator thought it best,
That Man and Wife together might be blest: 
Appointed then immortal Bonds to tye,
Two Hearts in one, with equal Amity;
And so he than by his alwise Direction,
Both Souls united with the like affection;
So very sweetly and with such delight,
The swiftest Winged Minutes take their flight,
And thus Gods Love to Mankind did dispence,
The sacred Wedlock, which did then commence: 
Not founded as some Criticks say, by chance;
But Heaven it self, did this blest State advance. 
Not subject to the various Revolutions,
Of fickle fading human Institutions. 
A Married Life was first contriv’d above,
To be an Emblem of Eternal Love;
And after by Divine indulgence sent,
To be the Crown of Man, and Wife’s content;
Yet black Mouthed Envy Strives with all its might;
To blast the Credit of that sacred Rite. 
The hard Mouth fops, a single Life applau’d,
And hates a Woman, that woun’t be a Baw’d: 
Nothing he values like a single Life,
For tho he loves a Whore, he hates a Wife,
Calls the poor Husband, Monkey, Ass or Dog,
And Laughs because he wears the Wedlock Clogg,
Yet freely they’l or’e tops of Houses Strolling,
And venture Bones each Night a Caterwouling
Expose himself to Falls, or Guns or Traps, }
And twenty other unforeseen Mishaps, }
All in his hot persuite of Whores and Claps. }

Thus single Sots, who Wedlock vainly slight,
Are Slaves to Lust both Morning, Noon and Night
Ruin their Health, their Honour and Estate,
And buy Repentance at a curssed rate: 
While lawful Weded Couples spend their times,
In happy charming Pleasures without Crimes,
What greater Bliss, or Comfort in this Life,
Can Man desire, but with a vertuous Wife: 
I’le with a Wife in lawful Wedlock sport,
While you in Woods with Beastes of Prey resort: 
Your bawdy Books, your silent Consort be,
While happy Man and Wife in Love agree,
And both unite in mutual Harmonie.
Sodom for Sins like thine, by Fire was burn’d,
And from a City to a Lake was turn’d;
They Wedlock scornd, and Lust they made a Feast,
And far out did the senceless Savage Beast,
Even so, the shamless loathsom single Elff,
Worse than the Beast makes Sodom of himself;
And then to lessen those his hateful Crimes,
He Rails at Wedlock in confused Rhimes,
Calls Woman Faithless, ’cause she woun’t consent,
To humour what his Brutish Thoughts invent;
No wonder then, if with his poisonous Breath,
He strives to Blacken the Brightest thing on Earth: 
Woman! by Heaven her very Name’s a charm,
And will my Verse against all Criticks Arm;
She Comforts Man in all his Sweats and Toils,
And richly pays his Pains, with Love and Smiles. 
’Tis Woman makes the ravish’d Poet write;
’Tis lovly Woman makes the Souldier Fight: 
Should that soft Sex refuse the World to bless,
’Twould soon be turn’d into a Wilderness.