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<NAME>Mona Logarbo</NAME>
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<HEAD>Poor <HI>Anthony</HI>'s Complaint And Lamentation again&s;t his Mi&s;eries of MARRIAGE, meeting with a &s;colding WIFE.</HEAD>
<OPENER>To the Tune of, <HI>Cold and Raw. The Journey-man Shoemaker.</HI> Or, <HI>Billy</HI> and <HI>Molly.</HI></OPENER>
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<P>O goodwife</P>
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<P>Out Rogue Spend thy Mony</P>
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<L>WAs ever Man &s;o vext with a Wife</L>
<L>in Suburbs or in City?</L>
<L>I live a di&s;contented life,</L>
<L>alas, the more's the pity:</L>
<L>I mu&s;t to Bed now I am wed</L>
<L>before I fill my Belly,</L>
<L>Or el&s;e I have a broken head,</L>
<L>'tis 'a hard ca&s;e I tell ye.</L>
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<LG>
<L>When I would eat &s;he calls me &s;ott,</L>
<L>and maundering Broth doth bring me,</L>
<L>So &s;colding, that is, &s;colding hot,</L>
<L>the very &s;tream doth &s;ting me;</L>
<L>Then you that live a &s;ingle life</L>
<L>I wi&s;h you to beware,</L>
<L>For Marriage often breedeth &s;trife,</L>
<L>and always bringeth care.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>A di&s;mal Peal to me is rung,</L>
<L>while I Rock Bearn in Cradle,</L>
<L>Oh! ble&s;s me from her &s;colding tongue,</L>
<L>and from her ba&s;ting Ladle.</L>
<L>Oh that I were a &s;ingle man</L>
<L>as I was heretofore &s;ir,</L>
<L>I would not ki&s;s young <HI>Kate</HI> or <HI>Nan,</HI></L>
<L>nor never marry more &s;ir.</L>
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<L>My Wife doth lug me by the ears</L>
<L>if I but ask for Bacon,</L>
<L>And flouts and taunts and &s;colds and jears,</L>
<L>but &s;he mu&s;t have her Capon:</L>
<L>She kicks me up and down the hou&s;e,</L>
<L>and roars as loud as Thunder,</L>
<L>While I am &s;ilent as a Mou&s;e,</L>
<L>hold up my hands and wonder.</L>
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<LG>
<L>ABout the Room &s;he often routs</L>
<L>for to find fault and quarrel,</L>
<L>Although I wa&s;h the &s;hitten Clouts</L>
<L>and clean the Small Beer Barrel:</L>
<L>The Tongs and Irons though I &s;cour,</L>
<L>and make her fire daily,</L>
<L>Yet I have not one quiet hour</L>
<L>&s;he bums me like a Baily.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>I drudge and toyl, and am her &s;lave,</L>
<L>and clean both Pots and Flaggon,</L>
<L>I cannot tell what &s;he would have</L>
<L>&s;he is &s;o like a Dragon;</L>
<L>She makes me weary of my life</L>
<L>for I can get no quiet,</L>
<L>The live-long day I live in &s;trife,</L>
<L>and Scolding is my Diet.</L>
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<LG>
<L>She'l often ri&s;e from Spinning-wheel</L>
<L>to make me dance the Borey,</L>
<L>And make me ta&s;t &s;o oft &s;alt Eel,</L>
<L>I grow a meer <HI>John Dorey,</HI></L>
<L>She is a Chip of the old block,</L>
<L>(&s;uch Chips are but too common)</L>
<L>A &s;owre piece of Crab-tree &s;tock,</L>
<L>a brawling bawling woman.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>One night &s;he went to take the Pot,</L>
<L>and all bepi&s;t me &s;weetly,</L>
<L>A leaky Cullander &s;he got,</L>
<L>which made the Bed feel featly:</L>
<L>My Dear (quoth I) you pi&s;s be&s;ide</L>
<L>upon my Face and Pillow;</L>
<L>Peace Cuckold, peace, go &s;leep &s;he cry'd,</L>
<L>you are a lying fellow.</L>
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<LG>
<L>I feel 'tis not quite to my thumb,</L>
<L>it can be no &s;uch matter,</L>
<L>Thus &s;he pi&s;t on the Bed &amp; Room,</L>
<L>and &s;oak'd me in &s;alt water,</L>
<L>She forc'd me to ri&s;e at night,</L>
<L>or el&s;e to lye in pickle,</L>
<L>For I was in a pi&s;&s;en plight</L>
<L>by this &s;ame Madam <HI>Fickle.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>By me let others warning take</L>
<L>when they intend to marry,</L>
<L>Lea&s;t they (like me) repent too late,</L>
<L>and quickly do mi&s;carry.</L>
<L>The married life is full of &s;trife,</L>
<L>and full of Horns I fear it;</L>
<L>Then prithee do not take a Wife,</L>
<L>but take a Gla&s;s of Claret.</L>
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<CLOSER><SIGNED>R. P.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
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<P><HI>Printed for</HI> J. Conyers <HI>at the</HI> Black Raven <HI>on</HI> Holborn Hill.</P>
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