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On which three wives fucceffively had twin'd 395
For better fruit did never orchard bear.
Give me fome flip of this moft blissful tree,
Then how two wives their lord's deftruction prove Thro' hatred one, and one thro' too much love; That for her husband mix'd a pois'nous draught, And this for luft an am'rous philtre bought : The nimble juice foon feiz'd his giddy head, 405 Frantic at night, and in the morning dead.
How fome with swords their sleeping lords have flain,
And fome have hammer'd nails into their brain, And fome have drench'd them with a deadly potion; All this he read, and read with great devotion. 410 Long time I heard, and fwell'd, and blush'd, and frown'd;
But when no end of these vile tales I found, When still he read, and laugh'd, and read again, And half the night was thus consum'd in vain ; Provok'd to vengeance,three large leaves I tore, 415 And with one buffet fell'd him on the floor.
my husband in a fury rofe,
And down he settled me with hearty blows.
I groan'd, and lay extended on my fide;
Oh! thou haft flain me for my
wealth (Icry'd) 420
He wept, kind foul! and stoop'd to kiss my face. I took him fuch a box as turn'd him blue,
Then figh'd and cry'd, Adieu, my dear, adieu!
But after many a hearty struggle past,
Soon as he faid, My mistress and my wife,
And stood content to rule by wholefome laws; 430
Now heav'n on all my hufbands gone, beftow Pleasures above, for tortures felt below:
That reft they wish'd for, grant them in the
And bless those fouls my conduct help'd to fave! SH