THE CAREFULL
Wife's Good Counsel:
OR, THE
Husband's firm Resolution to Reform his Life, and so lay up something a-
gainst a Rainy Day.
To the Tune of The Spinning-Wheel. Licensed according to Order.
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KInd Husband, if you mean to thrive,
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Some other Ways you must contrive,
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And not consume and wast your store,
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It will be hard to work for more;
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Therefore be rul'd by me I pray,
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save something for a rainy day.
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I in thy Yoke will draw with you,
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And what I can will freely do,
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If you the like will doe again,
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Our Charge I'm sure we may maintain;
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Thus by our Labour then we may
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save something for a rainy day.
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Behold! we see the painfull Bee
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Lays up, by his Industry,
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A Stock, to serve in Winter Cold,
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And so should Man 'gainst he grows Old;
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And therefore kind Husband now I pray,
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lay up against a rainy day.
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If Man has nothing of his own,
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Alas! he then may make his moan,
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And yet at length be ne'er the near,
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For Friends like Strangers will appear,
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When as you fall unto decay:
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Remember then the rainy day.
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The Ale-wives they go fine and gay,
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Deck'd in their Silks and rich Array.
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When as the poor Man's Wife may lack
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Both Food and Cloathing to her back:
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Good Man consider this I pray,
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Save something for a rainy day.
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The Hostess she will flout at thee,
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And any one in Misery,
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When as they can no longer spend,
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She'll show no pity, give, or lend,
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Consider this without delay,
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Save something for a rainy day.
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Your jovial boon Companions too
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Will likewise take their leave of you,
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They'll know you not in Time of Need,
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And won't this make your Heart to bleed?
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Therefore take up in time, I pray,
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Save something for a rainy day.
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He that shall wast his youthfull strength,
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And bring himself to Want, at length,
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When feeble Age his Limbs shall seize,
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And he hath nought to take his ease,
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Will find the World as cold as Clay,
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then think upon the rainy day.
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Gray-headed Men are often seen
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Here in this World both poor and mean,
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Having scarce Meat or Clothes to wear,
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And this has been for want of care:
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O think of this good Man I pray,
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lay up against a rainy day.
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Consider, we are Man and Wife,
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And ought to lead a carefull Life,
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I'll do my best to get and save,
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That we another Day may have
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Something to help Old Age I say,
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'tis that I call a rainy day.
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O loving Wife he then reply'd,
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I will endeavour to provide
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[He]nceforth for our poor Family,
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Thy Words have so prevail'd on me;
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No longer will I run astray,
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but think upon the rainy day.
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I needs must own they Words are true,
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Therefore I will my Life renew,
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And all my feigned Friends forsake,
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Nay, likewise better Courses take,
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No longer will I run astray,
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but lay up for a rainy day.
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With Care I'll follow my Concerns
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That Man goes far that ne'er returns,
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I do resolve to mend my Ways,
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And hope to see brave Golden Days,
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And that we both may happy be,
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And live in Love and Unity.
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