THE OLD HUSBAND

THE NEW HUSBAND

The brow's garce;

Hyperion's curls;

the front of Jove himself;

An eye like Mars ( to threaten and command);

A station like the herald Mercury;

New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill;
A combination and a form indeed;

the assurance of a man that every god did.

A mildew'd ear, blasting his wholesome brother;

Like leave the fair mountain to feed and batten on this moor ;

A madness would not err.