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Why are thy chests all lock'd ? on what design?
Are not thy worldly goods and treasure mine?
Sir, I'm no fool: nor shall you, by St John, I 26
Have goods and body to yourself alone.
One you shall quit, in spite of both your eyes---
I heed not, I, the bolts, the locks, the spies.
If you had wit, you'd say, “ Go where you will,
“ Dear spouse, I credit not the tales they tell:
“ Take all the freedoms of a marry'd life; 132

I know thee for a virtuous, faithful wife.”
Lord! when you have enough, what need you

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How merrily foever others fare?

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Tho' all the day I give and take delight,
Doubt not, fufficient will be left at night.
'Tis but a juft and rational defire,
To light a taper at a neighbour's fire.

There's danger too, you think, in rich array,
And none can long be modeft that are gay. 141
T'he cat, if you but finge her tabby skin,
The chimney keeps, and fits content within;
But once grown fleek, will from her corner run,
Sport with her tail, and wanton in the 'fun; 145
She licks her fair round face, and frisks abroad,
To show her fur, and to be catterwaw'd.

Lo thus, my friends, I wrought to my desires
These three right ancient venerable fires.
I told 'em, Thus you say, and thus you do, 150
And told 'em false, but Jenkin swore 'twas true.
I, like a dog, could bite as well as whine,
And first complain'd, whene'er the guilt was mine.
I tax'd them oft with wenching and amours,
When their weak legs scarce dragg'd 'em out of
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And swore, the rambles that I took by night,
Were all to spy what damsels they bedight.
That colour brought me many hours of mirth;
For all this wit is given us from our birth.
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to woman the peculiar grace 160 To spin, to weep, and cully human race. By this nice conduct, and this prudent course, By murm’ring, wheedling, stratagem, and force, I still prevail'd, and would be in the right, Or curtain-lectures made a restless night. If once my husband's arm was o'er my side, What! so familiar with your spouse? I cry'd: I levied first a tax upon his need; Then let him----'twas a nicety indeed! Let all mankind this certain maxim hold, 170 Marry who will, our sex is to be sold. hands no tallels

you can lure, But fulsome love for gain we can endure; For gold we love the impotent and old, And heave, and pant, and kiss, and cling, for gold, Yet with embraces curses oft I mixt, 176 Then kiss'd again, and chid and rail'd betwixt. Well, I may make my will in peace, and die,

, For not one word in man's arrears am I. To drop a dear dispute I was unable, 180 Ev’n tho' the Pope himself had sat at table. But when my point was gain'd, then thus I spoke, “ Billy, my dear, how sheepithly you look! “ Approach, my spouse, and let me kiss thy cheek; “ Thou shouldst be always thus, refign'd'and meek! © Of Job's great patience since so oft you preach, “ Well should you practise, who fo well can teach, «« 'Tis difficult to do, I must allow, “But I, my deareit, will instruct you how.

“ Great “ Great is the blessing of a prudent wife, 190 " Who puts a period to domeitic ítrife. “ One of us two muit rule, and one obey; “ And since in man right reason bears the sway, “ Let that frailthing, weak woman, have her way. “ The wives of all my family have ruld 195 Their tender husbands, and their pailions coold. “ Fie, 'tis unmanly thus to figh and groan; 66 What! would you have me to yourself alone? “Why take me, love ! take all and ev'ry part! • Here's your revenge! you love it at your heart. 66 Would I vouchlafe to tell what nature gave, 201 6 You little think what custom I could have. “ But see! I'm all your own----nay

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Thus with my first three lords I pals'd my life; A very woman, and a very wife.

206 What fums from these old spouses I could raise, Procur'd young

husbands in my riper days. Though past my bloom, not yet decay'd was I, Wanton and wild, and chatter'd like a pye. In country-dances still I bore the bell, And sung as sweet as ev’ning Philomel. To clear my quail-pipe, and refresh my soul, Full oft I draind the spicy nut-brown bowl; 214 Rich luscious wines, that youthful blood improve, And warm the swelling veins to feats of love: For 'tis as sure as cold engenders hail, A liqu’rish mouth must have a lech’rous tail; Wine lets no lover unrev

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go, As all true gamesters by experience know.

But oh, good gods! whene'er a thought I caft On all the joys of youth and beauty pait,

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To find in pleasures I have had my part,
Still warms me to the bottom of my heart.
This wicked world was once my dear delight; 225
Now all my conquests, all my charms good night!
The flour consum’d, the best that now I can,
Is e'en to make my market of the bran.

My fourth dear spouse was not exceeding true;
He kept, 'twas thought, a private miss or two:
But all that score I paid---as how ? you'll say, 231
Not with my body, in a filthy way:
But I so dress'd, and danc'd, and drank, and din'd;
And view'd a friend, with eyes fo very kind,
As ftung his heart, and made his marrow fry, 235
With burning rage, and frantic jealousy.
His foul, I hope, enjoys eternal glory,
For hear on earth I was his purgatory.
Oft, when his shoe the most severely wrung,
He put on careless airs, and fat and sung. 240
How fore I gall'd him, only Heav'n could know,
And he that felt, and I that caus'd the woe.
He dy'd, when last from pilgrimage I came,
With other gollips, from Jerusalem;
And now lies bury'd underneath a rood,

245 Fair to be seen, and rear'd of honest wood. A tomb indeed, with fewer sculptures grac'd, Than that Mausolus' pious widow plac’d, Or where inshrin'd the great Darius lay ; But cost on graves is merely thrown away. 250 The pit fill'd up, with turf we cover'd o'er; So, bless the gnod man's soul, I say no more. Now for

my fifth lov'd lord, the last and beit, (Kind heav'n afford him everlasting reft ;) Full hcarty was his love, and I can shew

255 The tokens on my ribs in black and blue;

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Yet, with a knack, my heart he could have won,
While yet the finart was shooting in the bone.
How quaint an appetite in women reigns
Free gifts we scorn, and love what costs us pains :
Let men avoid us, and on them we leap;
A glutted market makes provision cheap.

In pure good-will I took this jovial spark,
Of Oxford he, a most egregious clerk.
He boarded with a widow in the town,
A trusty gollip, one dame Alison.
Full well the secrets of my soul she knew,
Better than e'er our parish-priest could do.
To her I told whatever could befal;
Had but my husband piss'd against a wall. 270
Or done a thing that might have coft his life,
She---and my niece---and one more worthy wife,
Had known it all. What most he would conceal,
To these I niade no scruple to reveal.
Oft has he blush'd from ear to ear for shame, 275
That e'er he told a secret to his dame.

It fo befel, in holy time of Lent, That oft a-day I to this gossip went; (My husband, thank my Itars, was out of town): From house to house we rambled up and down, This clerk, inyfelf, and my good neighbour Alse, To fee, be foen, to tell and gather tales. Visits to ev'ry church we daily paid, And march'i in ev'ry holy masquerade ; The stations duly, and the vigils kept ; Not much we falted, but scarce ever slept, At fermons too I shone in scarlet gay; The wafting moth ne'er fpoil'd my best array; The cause was this, I wore it ev'ry day. *289

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