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Jolly Blades that Inhabit the Town,
And with the fair Sex
are contriving,
From the Gay Fop, to the hone¥
b°ed Clown,
be advis'd
to reƒolve again¥ Wiving ;
Let not a p°oƒpect of Pleaƒure
delude,
where ƒo
many Plagues are attending,
Fo° 'tis the Nature of Wives
to Obtrude,
and Miƒeries
heap without ending.
Fir¥, have a care of the Lady
p°eciƒe,
who exclaims
again¥ Drinking and Roaring,
That p°ivately turns up the
White of her Eyes
and in publick
abominates Who°ing
But if you Coach her a mile
out of Town
and quote
her but Solomon's
Vices ;
With a ƒlight trip you may
tumble her down,
though ƒeeming
ƒhe mode¥ly nice is.
Let no City-Girl your freedom
beguile,
ƒhee'l cheat
you with mode¥ behaviour,
Who ƒits like a Rabbit tru¥
up fo° to boil,
and ƒwears
ƒhe's a Maid by her Saviour :
But if you cunningly manage
your Plot,
you'l quickly
be admitted under ;
Her coy behaviour will ƒoon
be fo°got,
ƒhee'l b°eath
out her Soul in a ƒlumber.
The Widdow avoid where Pollicy
lurks
p°etending
to act by her Conƒcience
That's black as the Devil and
large as a Turk's
ƒhee'l teaƒe
you to Death with her Nonƒenƒe :
But if you love her and long
fo° a Bout,
you ne'r
mu¥ ¥and mincing the matter,
B°uƒh her with Jollitry b°iƒkly
about,
and down
with your B°itches and at her.
Let not the Country wench that
is coy,
inƒinuate
into your favour
Fo° when ƒhe knows what it
is to enjoy
ƒhe quickly
will change her behaviour :
Turn an inƒatiate Miƒs of the
Town,
to purchaƒe
Gallants ƒhee'l endeavour ;
Pawn from her Carcaƒe her Paragon
Gown
to maintain
the curteous Pleaƒure.
But if your Vigo° a Wife doth
require
and will not admit
of fo°bearing ;
Any may ƒerve fo° to quench
your deƒire,
the's no Barrel
the better Herring.
When you have ty'd the true
Lovers Knot
'tis one of the
Curƒes depending
To Father a b°ood you never
half got,
without any further
contending.
When the Wifes b°ought a Bed,
lea¥ the Cucko grow in,
the Midwife ƒhe
makes an Oration,
And cryes the poo° Infant is
ƒo like the Dad
'tis wo°thy of
your Obƒervation ;
Whil¥ the good Woman is pleaƒed
in her heart
to hear them ƒo
Err in their chatting,
Knowing her Huƒband and ƒhe
was a-part
when Bully,
the Boy was a getting.
Now how to avoid ƒo heavy a
Curƒe,
I do like a B°other
adviƒe ye,
Never to take her fo° better
fo° wo°ƒe,
if you do, by
my troth you'r a Niƒey,
Fo° you without may get her
conƒent
and ne'r make
half that Puther
Then when ƒhe's falƒe, o° her
Po°tion is ƒpent
you may change
and make choice of another.
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