Cuckolds Haven:
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The marryd mans miserie, who must abide
The penaltie of being Hornifyd:
Hee unto his Neighbours doth make his case knowne,
And tels them all plainly, The case is their owne.
To the tune of, The Spanish Gipsie.
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COme Neighbours follow me,
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that Cuckollized be,
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That all the Towne my see
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our slavish miserie:
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Let every man who keepes a Bride
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take heed hee be not hornifyd.
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Though narrowly I doe watch,
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and use Lock, Bolt, and Latch,
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My wife will me orematch,
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my forehead I may scratch:
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For though I wait both time and tide,
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I oftentimes am hornifyd.
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For now the times so growne,
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men cannot keepe their owne,
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But every slave unknowne
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will reape what we have sowne:
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Yea, though we keep them by our side,
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we now and then are hornifyd.
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They bave so many wayes,
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by nights or else by dayes,
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That though our wealth decayes,
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yet they our hornes will raise:
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And many of them take a pride
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to keepe their Husbands hornifyd.
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O what a case is this,
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O what a griefe it is,
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My wife hath learnd to kisse,
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and thinkes tis not amisse:
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Shee oftentimes doth me deride,
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and tels me I am hornifyd.
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What ever I doe say,
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shee will have her owne way,
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Shee scorneth to obey;
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Sheell take time while she may:
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And if I beate her backe and side,
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In spight I shall be hornifyd.
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Nay you would little thinke,
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how they will friendly link,
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And how theyl sit and drink,
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till they begin to wink:
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And then if Vulcan will but ride,
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Some Cuckold shall be hornifyd.
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A woman that will be drunk,
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will easly play the Punck;
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For when her wits are sunk,
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all keyes will fit her Trunk:
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Then by experience oft is tride,
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poore men that way are hornifyd.
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Thus honest men must beare,
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and tis in vaine to feare,
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For we are nere the neare
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our hearts with griefe to teare:
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For while we mourne it is their pride,
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the more to keepe us hornifyd.
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And be we great or small,
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we must be at their call;
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How ere the Cards doe fall,
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we men must suffer all:
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Doe what we can we must abide
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the paine of being hornifyd.
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The second Part, To the same Tune.
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IF they once bid us goe.
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wee dare not twice say no,
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Although too well we know
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Tis to our griefe and woe:
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Nay we are glad their faults to hide,
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though often we are hornifyd.
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If I my wife provoke,
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with words in anger spoke,
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Shee sweares sheell make all smoke,
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and I must be her Cloake:
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Her basenesse and my wrongs I hide,
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and patiently am hornifyd.
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When these good Gossips meet,
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In Alley, Lane, or Street,
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Poore men we doe not seet,
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with Wine and Sugar sweet,
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They arme themselves, and then beside
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their husbands must be hornifyd.
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Not your Italian Locks,
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which seemes a Paradox,
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Can keepe these Hens from Cocks,
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till they are paid with a P-
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So long as they can goe or ride,
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Theyl have their husbands hornifyd.
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The more you have intent,
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the busines to prevent,
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The more her mind is bent
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your will so circumvent:
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Such [secret] meanes they can provide
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to get their husbands hornifyd.
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For if we them doe blame,
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or tell them of their shame;
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Although the men we name,
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with whom they did the same:
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Theyl sweare who ever spake it lyd,
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Thus still poore men are hornifyd.
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All you that single be,
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avoid this slavery,
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Much danger is you see
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in womens company:
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For he who to a Wife is tyd,
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May looke still to be hornifyd.
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Yet must I needs confesse,
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(though many doe transgresse)
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A number, numberlesse,
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which vertue doe possesse,
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And to their Husbands are a guide:
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by such no man is hornifyd.
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They who are of that race,
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this Ditie in any case
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Is not to their disgrace,
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they are not for this place:
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To such this onely is applyd,
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by whom good men are hornifyd.
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