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Tell how the Roman matrons led their life,
My spouse (who was, you know, to learning
Love seldom haunts the breast where learning lies,
Those play the scholars who can't play the men,
It chanced my husband, on a winter's night, Read in this book aloud with strange delight, How the first female (as the Scriptures show) Brought her own spouse and all his race to woe; How Samson fell; and he whom Dejanire Wrapp'd in the' envenom'd shirt, and set on fire; How cursed Eriphyle her lord betray'd, And the dire ambush Clytemnestra laid; But what most pleased him was the Cretan dame And husband-bull-Oh, monstrous! fie, for shame! He had by heart the whole detail of woe Xantippe made her good man undergo; How oft she scolded in a day he knew, How many piss-pots on the sage she threw, Who took it patiently, and wiped his head; 'Rain follows thunder,' that was all he said.
He read how Arius to his friend complain'd, A fatal tree was growing in his land, was provi On which three wives successively had twined A sliding noose, and waver'd in the wind.
Where grows this plant, (replied the friend) oh! For better frurt did never orchard bear: [where? Give me some slip of this most blissful tree, And in my garden planted it shall be.'
[prove, Then, how two wives their lords' destruction Through hatred one, and one through too much love; That for her husband mix'd a poisonous draught, And this for lust an amorous philtre bought: The nimble juice soon seized his giddy head, Frantic at night, and in the morning dead. [slain,
How some with swords their sleeping lords have And some have hammer'd nails into their brain, And some have drench'd them with a deadly potion: All this he read, and read with great devotion.
Long time I heard, and swell'd, and blush'd, and frown'd;
But when no end of these vile tales I found,
Oh! thou hast slain me for my wealth, (I cried) Yet I forgive thee-take my last embrace-' He wept, kind soul! and stoop'd to kiss my face: I took him such a box as turned him blue, Then sigh'd and cried, 'Adieu, my dear, adieu!' But after many a hearty struggle pass'd, I condescended to be pleased at last: Soon as he said 'My mistress and my wife! Do what you list the term of all your life;' I took to heart the merits of the cause, And stood content to rule by wholesome laws; Received the reins of absolute command, With all the government of house and land, And empire o'er his tongue and o'er his hand, As for the volume that reviled the dames, 'Twas torn to fragments, and condemn'd to flames. Now Heaven on all my husbands gone bestow Pleasures above, for tortures felt below: That rest they wish'd for grant them in the grave, And bless those souls my conduct help'd to save!
WOMEN ben full of ragerie,
But ho! our nephew,' crieth one;
Ho! (quoth another) Cozen John;'
Lo, here is coz, and here is miss.'
Forth thrust a white neck and red crest.
Imitations of English Poets.
Te-hee,' cry'd ladies; clerke nought spake : Miss stared, and grey ducke crieth 'quaake.' 'O moder, moder! (quoth the daughter) Be thilke same thing maids longen a❜ter? Bette is to pine on coals and chalke, Then trust on mon whose yerde can talke.'
How can ye, mothers, vex your children so?
And on the broken pavement, here and there,
And hens, and dogs, and hogs, are feeding by:
The snappish cur (the passenger's annoy)