Household Talke, OR;
Good Councell for a Married Man.
Delivered in a Prittie Dialogue, By Roger a Batchelor, to Simon,
A (Jealous) Married-man.
To the Tune of Buckle and Thong-a.
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Simon.
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NEighbour Roger woe is me,
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I am sorely discontented,
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No redresse at all I see,
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more and more I am tormented,
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Night and Day,
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I pine away.
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Whilst my dearest friends doe scoffe me,
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to my face they (boldly) say,
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My Cosen makes a Cuckold of me.
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Roger.
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Neighbour Simon be not sad,
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let not Passion over-sway thee,
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If thy Wife will be so bad,
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that in such false coine sheele pay thee,
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Why therefore,
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Shouldst thou deplore,
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Or weare stockings that are yellow,
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tush be blith (man) grieve no more,
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A Cuckold is a good mans fellow.
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Simon.
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Ah, how can I chuse but be,
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grievd and vexed out of measure,
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When with mine owne eyes I see,
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him a Rivall in my pleasure,
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With sore sobs,
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My bosome throbs
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When I heare my Neighbours scoffe me,
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of all joy my heart it robs,
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My Cosen makes a Cuckold of me.
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Roger.
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Jealousies a mad disease,
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and upon the braine it worketh;
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Like tormenting Lice or Fleas,
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it in secret corners lurketh,
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But that he,
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Who ere he be,
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Shewes himselfe in wit but shallow,
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to be vext with Jealousie,
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A Cuckold is a good mans fellow.
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Simon.
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Tis a saying long agoe,
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usd by those that know it truely,
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Every man can tame a Shroe,
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but he who hath a wife unruly,
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And he that weares,
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The Shooe declares,
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Best where it wrings him: doe not scoffe me,
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this report still fills mine eares,
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My Cosen makes a Cuckold of me.
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Roger.
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Tush, then it seemes tis bare report,
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not apparant by Probation,
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Neighbour I am sorry fort,
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that on such a weake foundation,
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You should frame,
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Such a Fame,
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Of your wife, tis nought I tell you,
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yet suppose she were to blame,
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A Cuckold is a good mans fellow.
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Simon.
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Alas deare neighbour you mistake,
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tis not on meere supposition,
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That I this relation make,
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I have grounds for my suspition,
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He and shee,
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So agree,
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That unto my face they scoffe me,
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any man may easily see,
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My Cosen makes a Cuckold of me.
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Roger.
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Presuppose that all be true,
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(as I hardly can beleeve it,)
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Yet it is but vaine for you,
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in the worst sence to conceive it,
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I dare say,
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(As I may)
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Its but flammes some Gossips tell you,
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yet if she have gone astray,
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A Cuckold is a good mans fellow.
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The second Part, To the same Tune.
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Simon.
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TRuely neighbour Roger now,
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I perceive that you are leaning,
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To defend (if you knew how)
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the knave and queane, I find your meaning,
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I suppose,
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Yare one of those,
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That behind my backe will scoffe me,
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now I finde the game howt goes,
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My Cosen makes a Cuckold of me.
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Roger.
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Jealous Coxcombe leave thy prate,
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doe not thus bewray thy folly,
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If Cornuting be thy fate,
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be not mad with Melancholy,
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I doe scorne,
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To subborne,
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He, or She in vice to wallow,
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yet Ide have thee hide thy horne,
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A Cuckold is a good mans fellow.
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Simon.
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Neighbour Roger when you come,
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into th row of neighbours married,
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I beleeve youle not be dumbe,
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if things be no better carried,
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Then they be,
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Now with me,
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Farre and neere the people scoffe me,
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like you I wish that I were free.
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My Cosen makes a Cuckold of me.
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Roger.
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Neighbour Sim I doe not know,
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what my Fate may be in choosing;
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But if I ere come ith row,
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Ime resolvd not to be musing,
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Whether she,
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Be true to me,
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I will not shew my selfe so shallow,
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for if I be like to thee,
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A Cuckold is a good mans fellow.
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Simon.
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Honest Roger by my troth,
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thou hast given me satisfaction,
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From henceforth upon my oath,
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(unlesse I take them in the action)
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I will not
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My selfe besot,
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With Jealousie that made some scoffe me,
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yet twill hardly be forgot,
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My Cosen makes a Cuckold of me.
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Roger.
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Prethee Sim forget it quite,
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thinke thy wife is constant to thee,
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This is one thing, marke it right,
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many good turnes it will doe thee,
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If thou seeke,
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Her use to breake,
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Rather strive to stop a Billow
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of the Sea; tush never speake,
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A Cuckold is a good mans fellow.
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Simon.
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Now I am resolvd toth full,
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never more I will be Jealous,
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Nor will I mistrust my Scull,
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Ile be merry with good fellowes,
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Home Ile hie,
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By and by,
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Kisse my Wife (with due submission)
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thankes sweete Roger heartily,
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For thy holsome admonition.
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