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<NAME>Mona Logarbo</NAME>
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<HEAD>The Woman's Victory:</HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">OR, The Conceited Cuckold cudgel'd into good Qualities, <HI>By his fair and vertuous Wife.</HI></HEAD>
<OPENER>To the Tune of, <HI>The Langui&s;hing Swain,</HI> &amp;c.</OPENER>
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<LG>
<L>YOung marry'd Women, pray attend</L>
<L>To the&s;e few lines which I have penn'd,</L>
<L>So will you clearly under&s;tand,</L>
<L>How I obtain'd the upper-hand,</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Of my har&s;h Husband, mo&s;t unkind,</L>
<L>Who was to cruelty enclin'd,</L>
<L>As by the &s;equel you &s;hall hear,</L>
<L>No Mortal e're was &s;o &s;evere.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>My birth and education &s;hows,</L>
<L>I was not qualify'd for blows;</L>
<L>Yet I &s;o many did receive,</L>
<L>That night and day my &s;oul did grieve.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>My Parents had no Child but I,</L>
<L>Therefore their care continually,</L>
<L>Was &s;till to have me marry'd well;</L>
<L>Yet under Fortune's frowns I fell.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>A wretched Mi&s;er marry'd me,</L>
<L>Who&s;e age was threefore years and three,</L>
<L>And I no more than &s;eventeen;</L>
<L>Would I his face had never &s;een.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Before we long had marry'd been,</L>
<L>This aged Mi&s;er did begin</L>
<L>To have &s;ome jealous thoughts of me,</L>
<L>And then began my mi&s;ery.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>When I abroad with him did go,</L>
<L>Perhaps to &s;ee a Friend, or &s;o,</L>
<L>If any Man &s;aluted me,</L>
<L>It &s;trait encreas'd his jealou&s;ie.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And then at night when we come home,</L>
<L>He would with rage and fury foam,</L>
<L>Nay, likewi&s;e kick and &s;purn me too,</L>
<L>While my poor limbs were black and blew.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>I wonder'd at the cau&s;e of this,</L>
<L>Or what he found &s;o far ami&s;s,</L>
<L>Which &s;hould create &s;uch hateful &s;trife,</L>
<L>For I was weary of my life.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>At length I found the mi&s;chief bred</L>
<L>Within his aged jealous head,</L>
<L>And thereupon I found a way,</L>
<L>His rage and malice to allay.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Soon after this, we went one night</L>
<L>To reap the plea&s;ures of delight,</L>
<L>Among &s;ome Friends in merriment,</L>
<L>The which did cau&s;e much di&s;content.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>A Squire drank a gla&s;s to me,</L>
<L>I pledg'd the Youth in mode&s;ty,</L>
<L>Thinking no harm, yet ne'erthele&s;s,</L>
<L>He did my &s;ides and &s;houlders dre&s;s.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>His bitter blows I could not bear,</L>
<L>Therefore next morning, I declare,</L>
<L>VVile he was &s;leeping fa&s;t in bed,</L>
<L>I with a ladle broke his head.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>VVith that he &s;tarts and &s;tares about,</L>
<L>I &s;tood couragious, fierce and &s;tout,</L>
<L>Crying, I'll never be your Slave;</L>
<L>VVith that another bang I gave.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>He with a cudgel run at me,</L>
<L>I took a club as well as he,</L>
<L>Crying, I am re&s;olv'd to try</L>
<L>VVho &s;hall be Ma&s;ter you or I.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>I gave him not a minute's re&s;t,</L>
<L>But round the room the Rogue I dre&s;t,</L>
<L>At length I brought him to his knees,</L>
<L>Henceforth I'll never you di&s;plea&s;e.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>This was his cry, &s;till o're and o're:</L>
<L>Quoth I, VVill you he jealous more?</L>
<L>No, no, I wont, &s;weet loving VVife,</L>
<L>If thou'lt be pleas'd to &s;pare my life.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Pray keep your word, I then reply'd,</L>
<L>Or el&s;e, adsfoot, I'll thra&s;h your hide;</L>
<L>You mu&s;t not think that I'll be fool'd,</L>
<L>Or in the lea&s;t be over-rul'd.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Thus I my Husband did &s;ubdue,</L>
<L>I'faith I made him buckle too,</L>
<L>Now ever &s;ince the truth to tell,</L>
<L>VVith him I live exceeding well.</L>
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<LG>
<L>He never offers now to fight,</L>
<L>But calls me love and hearts delight;</L>
<L>Thus, loving Neighbours, you may &s;ee,</L>
<L>I cur'd him of his jealou&s;ie.</L>
</LG>
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<P><HI>London:</HI> Printed for <HI>J. Deacon,</HI> at the &s;ign of the Angel, in <HI>Guilt-&s;pur-&s;treet.</HI></P>
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