Matrimony

'Tis an act of the priest to give patience a test;
'Tis a desperate hope, and a serious jest;
'Tis catching a dolt, when his wit is suspended;
'Tis a toil, where the labour can never be ended;
'Tis a leap in the dark, which both parties agree
To perform hand in hand, though they neither can see;
'Tis walking through mines filled with sulphurous vapour,
Where to find out a path, you must brandish a taper;
'Tis like Tantalus' feast, where the good does but seem,
And both ope their eyes, though they're both in a dream;
'Tis going to sea, in a black stormy night,
Which reason calls madness, but custom delight:
For Wedlock's a minx who deceives by her sleekness,
As Craft wove a cloak to envelop her weakness.
'Tis a comical, tragical, fiery ordeal,
Where the ploughshares are hot, and your faith is not real.
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MaximVdc's picture

Could it be possible that this poem was credited to the wrong person?
My university gave me this poem as an assignment to analyse and the year that was written next to it was 1789, written bij John Williams, a satirist who also went by the name of Anthony Pasquin. 

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