An ANSWER to the
Praise of Good Husbands;
OR,
The Dutiful Daughters Fortunate marriage.
Her tender Mother she obey'd,
who did good counsel give
And was resolv'd to live a maid,
while she might happy live,
In love free from all care and strife,
in this she's not to blame,
For now she is a Merchants wife,
and lives in worthy fame.
To the Tune of, My life and my death. This may be Printed, R. P.
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GOod Husbands are Jewels far better then Gold
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I own it dear Mother, and therefore behold,
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If ever I marry i'le make it my care,
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To better my fortune, and likewise beware
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Of e'ry false hearted dissembling blade,
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I am not a weary of living a maid.
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Some Damosels endeavour kind Husbands to get,
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And often are marry'd before they have wit,
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This makes them in sorrow shed many a tear,
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Alas! it is not for a month nor a year,
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But ever, and ever, this makes me afraid,
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I am not a weary of living a Maid.
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Dear Mother, I have had some Suitors of late,
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Which flourish'd in Silks at a Prodigal rate,
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A Barber, a Taylor, with many men more,
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I think in my heart there were near half a score:
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But yet I did slight them, and to them I said,
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I was not a weary, etc.
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The Barber would give me a Bodkin and ring,
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And said that I should have a far better thing,
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Fine Ribbons and Laces on me he'd bestow,
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But this I refused and answered no:
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I lik'd not his humours, and therefore I said,
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I was not a weary of living a Maid.
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Then then came the Taylor well stricken in years,
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In hopes to obtain me he prickt up his ears,
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I told him for Marriage I yet was not free,
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And Cabbage and Cucumbers would not agree
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With my squemish stomach, and therefore I said
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I was not a weary of living a Maid.
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Dear Mother, I prize the good Councel you give,
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If ever I marry as long as I live,
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I'le do my endeavour to please if I can,
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Provided I marry a right honest man:
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Till then I will tarry, you shall be obey'd,
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I am not a weary, etc.
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Dear mother, a Merchant has courted me so,
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That I have not power to answer him no,
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He calls me his Jewel and amorous Girl,
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Presents me with Diamonds and rich Orient Pearl,
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with chains of fine Gold he would have me array'd,
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I therefore am weary, etc.
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I hope my dear mother I am not to blame,
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In marrying a Merchant of credit and fame,
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He has store of wealth to endue me withal,
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I shall have my Servants to come at my call,
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In costly Apparel I shall be array'd,
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Now therefore i'm weary, etc.
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The fear of ill Fortune is perfectly fled,
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The time is appointed when we shall be wed,
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O come to the marriage dear mother I pray,
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For we have concluded upon my birth day,
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To finish the Nuptials, dear mother, she said,
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And thus I no longer continue a Maid.
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Why then, my dear Daughter, thy Portion shall be
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Full seven Score Guinnys, I give them with thee,
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And likewise my blessing thou shalt have beside,
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I thank you dear Mother, the Damsel reply'd,
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And tho' this great fortune I now do obtain,
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A dutiful Daughter I still will remain.
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