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One you fhall quit, in fpite of both your eyes
I heed not, I, the bolts, the locks, the fpies.
"I know thee for a virtuous, faithful wife." Lord! when you have enough, what need you care
How merrily foever others fare?
Tho' all the day I give and take delight,
Doubt not, fufficient will be left at night. 'Tis but a just and rational defire,
To light a taper at a neighbour's fire.
There's danger too, you think, in rich array, 140
Lo thus, my friends, I wrought to my defires
And told 'em false, but Jenkin swore 'twas true.
And fwore the rambles that I took by night,
Then let him-'twas a nicety indeed!
For gold we love the impotent and old,
And heave, and pant, and kiss, and cling, for gold.
Yet with embraces, curfes oft I mixt,'
Then kifs'd again, and chid and rail'd betwixt.
But when my point was gain'd, then thus I fpoke, À
Billy, my dear, how sheepishly you look?
"Approach, my spouse, and let me kifs thy cheek; "Thou shoul'dst be always thus, refign'd and meek+ “Of Job's s great patience since so oft you preach, 11 "Well fhould you practise, who fo well can teach, ""Tis difficult to do, I must allow, ́
"But I, my deareft, will inftruct you how. "Great is the bleffing of a prudent wife,
Who puts a peried to domestic strife.
One of us two muft rule, and one obeym s "And fince in man right reafon bears the way, "Let that frail thing, weak woman, have her way. "The wives of all my family have rul'd
"Their tender hufbands, and their paffions cool'd.
Fye, 'tis unmanly thus to figh and groan
would you have me to yourself alone? "Why take me, Love! take all and every part !199 "Here's your Revenge! you love it at your heart.
Would I vouchfafe to fell what nature gave, br "You little think what cuftom I could have...
tom I could have
"But fee! I'm all your own nay hold for fhame! jxvied b "What means my dear-indeed-you are to blame."
Thus with my first three Lords I paft my life. 205
A very woman, and, a very wife.
What fums from these old fpoufes I could raife, I Procur'd young husbands in my riper days.
Tho' paft my bloom, not yet decay'd was I,
A liqu'rish mouth must have a lech'rous tail;
As all true gamesters by experience know.
But oh, good Gods! whene'er a thought I cast
Still warms me to the bottom of my
Is e'en to make my market of the bran.
My fourth dear spouse was not exceeding true;
He kept, 'twas thought, a private mifs or two: 230 But all that score I paid as how? you'll fay,
Not with my body, in a filthy way:
But I fo 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,
Oft, when his shoe the most severely wrung,
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 laft from pilgrimage I came,
And now lies buried underneath a Rood,
Fair to be seen, and rear'd of honest wood.
A tomb indeed, with fewer sculptures grac❜d,
Full hearty was his love, and I can fhew,
The tokens on my ribs in black and blue;
Yet, with a knack, my heart he could have won,
How quaint an appetite in women reigns!
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