To my unknown Brother, Mr. R. R. hearing he was happily Marry'd

'Tis, sure, the fairest Branch of Nature's Law
To love all men, ev'n those we never saw;
By the same Rule, it follows we should still
Rejoice at their good Fate and mourn their ill,
Ev'n general Charity thus much shou'd do;
But I've a nearer Ty to grieve, or Joy for you:
Thy Sister, still indulgent to my ease,
And good, as she were only made to please,
Suspends my Care, and silences my grief,
Which, but for her, had never hop'd relief;
Ingrateful then, ill natur'd shou'd I be,
Did I not wish as good a Spouse to thee,
Did I not wish, that she whom you have chose
May make her chief diversion thy repose;
For Vertuous we will think her, though unknown,
Ev'n in thy Choice her Worth and Wit are shown:
What cou'd inspire thee with a Lover's care,
Must needs be something very Chast and Fair.
O may you long be happy in her Arms,
You never want for Love, nor she for Charms,
But smoothly glide along the stream of Life,
A tender Husband and Obedient Wife;
And O may never Jealousy destroy
Your Peace of Mind, and clog your rising Joy:
May ev'n the World to thy own wish agree,
The World, which has too often frown'd on me.