Epigram 50. To Mrs. Anne Adams, my mothers Cosin-german

Whilst you the generous Trenthams name enjoy'd,
And knew not what it was to be a Bride;
You in delicious Brussels wore away
Most of your virgin-years beyond the Sea,
There you did thinke to lead a single life;
But thanks to Iohn that won you to his wife.
Who (when you did return to England) found
That way to fix you on your native ground:
For you together live, as if heaven meant
To make you (though not richest) most content.