Dor. They never pretended, sister; they never meddle, but in case of uncleanness.
Mrs. Sul. Uncleanness! O sister! casual violation is a transient injury, and may possibly be repaired, but can radical hatreds be ever reconciled? No, no, sister, nature is the first lawgiver, and when she has set tempers opposite, not all the golden links of wedlock nor iron manacles of law can keep ’em fast.
But such as Heaven ordain’d it first to be:—
Concurring tempers in the man and wife
As mutual helps to draw the load of life.
View all the works of Providence above,
The stars with harmony and concord move;
View all the works of Providence below,
The fire, the water, earth, and air, we know,
All in one plant agree to make it grow.
Must man, the chiefest work of art divine,
Be doom’d in endless discord to repine?
No, we should injure Heaven by that surmise,
Omnipotence is just, were man but wise.
[Exeunt.
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