Hold Buckle and Thong together,
OR, A pretty New Dialogue
Between a New Married Man and his Wife,
Shewing the begining and end of their strife,
He shews how well it befits her to consider,
How to hold Buckle and Thong together.
Tune of, She cannot keep her, etc.
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A Young-man and a pretty Maid,
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lately were in Wedlock joyned,
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Unto the Bride one day he said:
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(as one that by Gate repined.)
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Husband.
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My dear heart now we are Wed,
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it will behove us to consider,
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I must forecast in my head,
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how to hold buckle and Thong together.
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Wife.
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Sweet Love, quoth she, take thou no care
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I have a Portion to maintain thee,
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Do not thou of means dispair,
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nor let foolish fancy pain thee.
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Eat, drink, and sleep, make frolick cheer,
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and take no thought for wind nor weather,
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I fifty pounds have by the year,
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to hold Bucle, etc.
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Husband.
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O sweet Honey, be not thou
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of this careless disposition:
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Tis fit we should consider how,
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for hard times, to make Provision.
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Were thy Estate twelve times more,
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we have many friends come hither:
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Let's cast as I have said before,
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how to hold Buckle, etc.
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Wife.
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Dear Husband now I find,
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where about your shooe doth wring you,
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Fye upon this greedy mind,
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it will to endless trouble bring you,
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What if we have now and then,
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a friend or two that does come hither,
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Yet I do know both how and when,
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to hold Buckle, etc.
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Husband.
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Prethee Wife, be thou not vex'd,
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at my careful admonition:
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I have cause to be perplext
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seeing thy free disposition;
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All we may we must not spend,
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Fortune changes like the weather,
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All the care is in the end
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to bring Buckle, etc.
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Wife:
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Husband, Husband, fie for shame,
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I will not disgrace my kindred;
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At the house from whence I came,
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Strangers they were never hindred:
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And shall I so sparing be,
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when my dearest friends come hither,
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Still to yield account to thee,
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of holding Buckle, etc.
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Husband.
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WIfe you are to male-part,
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I expect from your fair speeches,
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Wert thou better then thou art,
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yet thou shalt not wear the breeches,
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What I said, I'le say once more,
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that 'tis fit we should consider,
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'Twill be hard betwen us twain,
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to hold Buckle and Thong together,
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Wife.
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Well, well Husband, be content,
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do not halt before a Cripple:
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I for my part pay house-rent,
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and maintain houshold People,
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Yet shall I be curbed so,
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when I would go any whither,
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That out of doors I must not go,
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for holding Buckle, etc.
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Husband.
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What was thine Wife, now is mine,
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therefore with it do not twit me,
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When in love we did Combine,
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and my humour well did fit me;
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But now I find that with the wind,
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thy mind doth waver like a feather,
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Therefore I'le put thee in mind,
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to keep Buckle, etc.
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Wife.
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What inconstancy sweet Mate,
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hast thou e're found in my carriage?
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Sure I was unfortunate,
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when I linkt with thee in Marriage,
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That thou shouldst controul me too,
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when I travel any whither,
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I as well as thee do know
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how to keep Buckle, etc.
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Husband.
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Wife do not thou my words mistake,
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all this while I but chide thee,
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Though I wish thee to forsake
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what may cast my love beside thee:
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Give thy mind to thriftiness,
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reap times crop before it whither,
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So we may prevent distress,
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and hold Buckle and Thong together.
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Wife.
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Husband, pray what is't you mean,
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I not well understand you:
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From what things would you me wean,
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I in reason do demand you:
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Do I spend or wast your Money,
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upon Gallants that come hither,
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Shew your cause if you have any,
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why we should not thrive together,
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Husband.
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Wife if thou dost mean to thrive,
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thou must rise in the morning early,
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And see the Maids their bucks to drive,
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and to winnow Oats and Barley:
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To the Dary thou must look,
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least Maids bring their sweet hearts thither
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If this frugal course be be took,
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we may hold Buckle, etc.
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Wife.
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Fye, sweet heart, you shame your self,
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take the Distaff, Rock and Spindle
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Out upon't that wordly pelf,
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should such thoughts in men kindle,
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I a quot quean cannot abide,
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nor a jealous Miser neither,
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Yet let truth be rightly try'd
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I'le keep both Buckle, etc.
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Husband.
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Be not angry pretty Duck,
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nor much misconster my just saying,
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I am not ty'd to worldly muck
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nor much fear my state decaying
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Neither truly do I call
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thy name in question, yet consider,
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That it doth behove us all
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to hold Buckle, etc.
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Wife.
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Come, come Husband, 'tis in vain,
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thus have fond toyes to wrangle;
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I to thee will true remain,
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no strange snares shall me entangle,
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Let a kiss conclude our strife,
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in spite of Fortunes clouded weather,
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Thou as Husband, I as Wife,
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will keep Buckle and Thong together,
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