Blest

Cradled by majestic mountains Blest with nature's flowing fountains

Is ſhe not proud? doth ſhe not count her bleſt, / Vnworthy as ſhe is, that we haue wrought / So worthy a Gentleman to be her Bride?

Since fate has let the heart go free / That wish’d so warmly to be bound / By the tie which love eternally / Hath fail’d to fasten round, / Leaving the breast in woful thrall / That else had the blestest been of all.

I hold myself supremely blest—blest beyond what language can express; because I am my husband’s life as fully as he is mine.

Blest who, by worth empower’d, their glory views, / Blester the hand that could one tress obtain, / But blestest he who doth his Soul maintain / Only on glorious lights these locks diffuse.

Nothing was thereby altered or improved in the desperate case of the brother-sister pair, but to the unblessedly blest maiden it seemed even so that by the mere sending of the squire a way out of their misery was already found; […]