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Or elfe fhe dances with becoming grace,
Horses (thou fay'st) and affes men may try,
You tell me, to preferve your wife's good grace, Your eyes muft always languifh on my face, Your tongue with conftant flatt'ries feed my ear, And tag each sentence with, My life! my dear! If by strange chance, a modest blush be rais'd, Be fure my fine complexion must be prais'd. My garments always must be new and gay, And feafts ftill kept upon my wedding-day. Then must my nurse be pleas'd, and favʼrite maid; And endless treats, and endless vifits paid, To a long train of kindred, friends, allies; All this thou fay'st, and all thou fay'ft are lies. On Jenkin too you caft a squinting eye : What! can your 'prentice raise your jealousy? Fresh are his ruddy cheeks, his forehead fair, And like the burnish'd gold his curling hair. But clear thy wrinkled brow, and quit thy forrow, I'd fcorn your 'prentice, fhould you die to-morrow.
Why are thy chefts all lock'd? on what design? Are not thy worldly goods and treasure mine? Sir, I'm no fool; nor fhall you, by St. John, Have goods and body to yourself alone. One you fhall quit, in spite of both your eyes-I heed not, I, the bolts, the locks, the spies. If you had wit, you'd fay, "Go where you will, 130 "Dear spouse, I credit not the tales they tell : "Take all the freedoms of a marry'd life;
"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 juft and rational defire,
There's danger too, you think, in rich array, 140
Lo thus, my friends, I wrought to my defires
I, like a dog, could bite as well as whine,
And first complain'd, whene'er the guilt was mine.
When their weak legs scarce dragg'd'em out of doors;
Then let him-'twas a nicety indeed !
Then kifs'd again, and chid and rail'd betwixt.
To drop a dear difpute I was unable, Ev'n tho' the Pope himself had fat at table. But when my point was gain'd, then thus I spoke, Billy, my dear, how sheepishly you look? Approach, my spouse, and let me kifs thy cheek; "Thou should'st be always thus, refign'd and meek! "Of Job's great patience fince fo oft you preach, "Well fhould you practise, who fo well can teach. "'Tis difficult to do, I must allow, "But I, my dearest, will instruct you how. "Great is the bleffing of a prudent wife, "Who puts a period to domestic strife. "One of us two must rule, and one obey; "And fince in man right reafon bears the fway, "Let that frail thing, weak woman have her way. "The wives of all my family have rul'd "Their tender husbands, and their paffions cool'd. Fye, 'tis unmanly thus to figh and groan; "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. "Would I vouchfafe to fell what nature gave, 201 "You little think what cuftom I could have. "But fee! I'm all your own-nay hold-for shame! "What means my dear-indeed-you are to blame." Thus with my first three Lords I past my life; A very woman, and a very wife. What fums from these old fpoufes I could raise, Procur'd young husbands in my riper days.
Tho' past my bloom, not yet decay'd was I,
To find in pleasures I have had my part,
Is e'en to make my market of the bran.
My fourth dear spouse was not exceeding true;
But I fo drefs'd, and danc'd, and drank, and din'd;