The Married-mans best Portion:
Or,
A new Song plainly setting forth the Excellency, and incomparable Worth of a good Wife, as
also how much Happiness doth continually attend upon that Man that enjoys her.
To the Tune of, Fancies Phoenix.
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AMongst those worldly Joyes, of which
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Men equally may have their share,
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Whereof the Poor as well as Rich
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most commonly possessours are:
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The greatest happiness I find,
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To that which comes from Women kind:
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There is no comfort in this life,
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Like to a constant loving Wife.
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A vertuous women doth excel
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the richest Treasure of the Earth,
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Th' who can find her parallel.
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or fully set her praises forth:
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She is a Phenix very rare,
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She is a Jewel past compare.
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There is no comfort, etc.
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That man is happy in his choice
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who unto such a one is wed,
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He may with cheerfulness rejoyce,
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because that he so well hath sped,
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He hath his portion with the best,
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that with a vertuous wife is blest.
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There is no comfort, etc.
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How sweet a sight it is to see,
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a married Pair so truly joyn'd
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In perfect love, that though there be
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two Persons, yet there's but one mind:
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Such Couples do enjoy content,
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And in true peace their lives are spent.
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There is no comfort, etc.
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A vertuous woman evermore
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her husbands pleasure doth fulfill,
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She treasures up his love in store,
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and alwaies strives to do his will,
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She gives consent to what he sayes,
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When he commands, then she obeys.
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There is no comfort in this life,
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Like to a constant loving Wife.
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SHe useth not abroad to rome,
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amongst the Gossips idle Crew,
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But careful is, and stays at home,
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with diligence her work to do,
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Her Family she will direct,
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And give her husband due respect.
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There is no comfort in this life,
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Like to a constant loving wife.
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Shee's wary, and shee's provident;
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and often saves what others loose,
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By right forecasting the event.
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she well doth know which way to chuse,
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Accordingly her course she steeres,
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And daily orders her affairs.
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There is no comfort, etc.
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If that her husband fault doth find
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with any thing that is amisse,
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As soon as ere she knows his mind,
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she rests not till it mended is,
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His love doth all her pains requite,
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And in the same she takes delight.
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There is no comfort, etc.
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When he with sickness is opprest,
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or any ways cast down with grief,
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She suffers not her heart to rest,
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till she hath gain'd him some releif:
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When he doth mourn, then she is sad,
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When he rejoyces, she is glad.
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There is no comfort, etc.
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If sometimes for a little space,
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his business calls him forth from home,
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She greatly longs to see his face,
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and often wishes he would come:
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His presence gives her full content,
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His absence she doth much lament.
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There is no comfort, etc.
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She will not vary in the least
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from what at first she seem'd to be,
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Her constancy shall be encreast,
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but not diminish'd one degree,
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Her husband she hath vow'd to love,
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And she to him will faithful prove.
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There is no comfort, etc.
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Thus having set before your eyes,
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in Caracters right plain to read,
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A vertuous womans qualities,
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I wish you now even well to speed,
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Chuse such a wife and you shall see,
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My words will all fulfilled be.
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There is no comfort in this life,
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Like to a constant loving wife.
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