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An Epithalamium On the marriage of Mr Pole Bookseller at Eton to Miss Maria Kendall daughtr of Mr Kendall of the Christopher Inn. [7 flourishes]

That were the few frail joys of mortal Life Witht that first, and best - a wedded wife Witht a wife, on whom thy soul might doat What were thy fate, O Man! or thine O Pote!

Miss Mary Kendall, Kendall, now no more Kings to thy arms, of joys, a boundless store Had she been coy, in vain thy fortune made Sh'll hadst they ply'd the Typographic trade But ah! fair fate! nor cried she nor coy Rejects th' assents; winds catch the joyful note, She smiles, accepts, and weds the happy Pote! Need I relate how gay to Church they hied [this and next 2 lines bracketed] With looks of cordial comfort, side by side, And He the bridegroom was, & She the bride How fine his cloths, how gorgeous she was seen Some say in pea, and some say in Kendal green