Anne Kingsmill Finch

(April 1661 - 5 August 1720 / Sydmonton, Hampshire)

The Marriage of Edward Herbert Esquire, and Mrs. Elizabeth Herbert


CUPID one day ask'd his Mother,
When she meant that he shou'd Wed?
You're too Young, my Boy, she said:
Nor has Nature made another
Fit to match with Cupid's Bed.


Cupid then her Sight directed
To a lately Wedded Pair;
Where Himself the Match effected;
They as Youthful, they as Fair.


Having by Example carry'd
This first Point in the Dispute;
WORSELEY next he said's not Marry'd:
Her's with Cupid's Charms may suit

Submitted: Thursday, January 01, 2004

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