To Miss Aurelia C–––r, on Her Weeping at Her Sister’s Wedding
Cease, fair Aurelia, cease to mourn,
Lament not Hannah’s happy state;
You may be happy in your turn,
And seize the treasure you regret.
With Love united Hymen stands, 5
And softly whispers to your charms,
“Meet but your lover in my bands,
You’ll find your sister in his arms.”