The DYERS Destiny:
OR, The Loving Wife's Help in time of Need.
Two Trades is better far than one,
sweet Husband, then, said she;
Then if thou wilt let me alone,
I'll be a help to thee.
To the Tune of, Why are my Eyes still flowing, etc.
This may be Printed, R.P.
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A Dyers Wife she was a dainty curious Doe,
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But with her Friend she a Gadding would go,
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Alas he could not keep his handsome wife at home,
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For with her Gallant abroad she would roam.
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And when she came to her Husband each night,
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Then like two Tygers together they'd fight,
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And at each blow she would often reply,
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Thou art a Cuckold and so thou shalt dye.
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You know full well I take the greatest care of all,
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Or else your substance would soon be but small,
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For why should I depend upon your Trade alone,
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Is not two Callings far better than one;
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Therefore i'de have thee be contented still,
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For I protest I will have my own will,
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'Tis but a folly the same to deny,
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Thou art a Cuckold and so thou shallt dye.
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Huswife, said he, and have you now the wanton plaid,
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So that your Husband is a Cuckold made,
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What flesh and blood is able for to bear with this?
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You shall, quoth she, though you take it amiss:
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For I declare it is nothing but true.
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Which I have oftentimes hinted to you,
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Nay I do hate to be found in a lye
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thou art a Cuckold and so thou shalt dye.
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A Shooe-maker I own to be my chiefest friend,
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There does the most of my hopes still depend,
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Against we meet he is a Man that does provide,
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Not only Money, but something beside:
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Therefore you have no great cause to complain,
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Because to you I still bring home the gain,
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As for your Anger, I still do defie,
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Being a Cuckold and so thou shalt dye.
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The Dyer then, alas was in a cruel rage,
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That nothing scarce could his Anger asswage,
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Do not I bring to you my Wages e'ry week,
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What need have you any Gallants to seek;
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At this his Wife she was straight in a huff,
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Saying your Wages is not half enough,
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Therefore be patient, said she, do not cry,
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For thou'rt a Cuckold and so thou shalt dye.
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It is well known our Cloaths were all at pawn of late,
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And we reduc'd to a very mean state,
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But now you see we make a very handsome shift,
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Thus I was forc'd to help at a dead lift;
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I brought home Coyn by my industry,
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The which I gave you all pawns to set free,
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The truth of this sure you cannot deny,
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As you are a Cuckold, and so you shall dye.
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Pray now did you e're flourish so in all your Life,
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As now you do by the help of your Wife,
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Therefore my Crime you may very well here excuse,
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Tell me I pray, do you ever want Shooes?
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Yet know you not the price of those you wear,
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I get them by my industrious care,
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The truth of this sure you cannot deny,
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As you are a Cuckold and so you shall dye.
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A Country-Man of mine you sent me with one day,
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Who in Apparel was gallant and gay,
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To me he gave a Golden Guinea and no less,
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But yet for what I will leave you to guess:
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But for your comfort take this by the way,
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You shall dig Gravel the next Horn-Fair day,
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Basket and Pit-Axe I reckon to buy,
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For you are a Cuckold, and so you shall dye,
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