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<NAME>Mona Logarbo</NAME>
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<HEAD>The Invincible PRIDE of Women:</HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">OR, The <HI>London</HI>Trade&s;man's Lamentation, For the Prodigality of his Wife, whith doth daily pillage his Pur&s;e.</HEAD>
<OPENER>To the Tune of the <HI>Spinning-Wheel.</HI></OPENER>
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<P>Licen&s;ed according to Order.</P>
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<LG>
<L>I Have a Wife, the more's my Care,</L>
<L>who like a gaudy Peacock goes,</L>
<L>In Top-knots, Patches, Powder'd Hair,</L>
<L>be&s;ides &s;he is the wor&s;t of &s;hrows;</L>
<L>This fills my Heart with grief and care</L>
<L>To think I mu&s;t this burthen bear.</L>
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<LG>
<L>It is her foreca&s;t to Contrive,</L>
<L>to ri&s;e about the hour of Noon,</L>
<L>And if &s;he's Trimm'd and Rigg'd by five</L>
<L>why this I count is very &s;oon;</L>
<L>Then goes &s;he to a Ball or Play</L>
<L>To pa&s;s the plea&s;ant night away.</L>
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<LG>
<L>And when &s;he home returns again,</L>
<L>conducted by a Bully Spark,</L>
<L>If that I in the lea&s;t Complain,</L>
<L>&s;he does my words and actions mark,</L>
<L>And does likewi&s;e my Gullet tear,</L>
<L>Then Roars like Thunder in the Air.</L>
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<LG>
<L>I never had a Groat with her</L>
<L>mo&s;t &s;olemnly I here declare,</L>
<L>Yet &s;he's as proud as <HI>Lucifer</HI></L>
<L>and cannot &s;tudy what to wear</L>
<L>In &s;umptuous Robes &s;he &s;till appears,</L>
<L>While I am forc'd to hide my Ears.</L>
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<L>The lofty Topknots on her Crown,</L>
<L>with which &s;he &s;ails abroad withal,</L>
<L>Makes me with Care alas! look down,</L>
<L>as having now no hope at all,</L>
<L>That ever I &s;hall happy be</L>
<L>In &s;uch a flaunting Wife as &s;he.</L>
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<LG>
<L>In debt with ev'ry Shop &s;hop &s;he runs</L>
<L>for to appear in gaudy Pride,</L>
<L>And when the Millener &s;he duns,</L>
<L>I then em forc'd my Head to hide</L>
<L>Dear Friends, this proud imperious Wife</L>
<L>She makes me weary of my Life.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Sometimes with words both kind and mild</L>
<L>I let her know my wreathed &s;tate,</L>
<L>For which I &s;treight ways am Revil'd:</L>
<L>&s;ays &s;he, I will appear more Great</L>
<L>Than any Merchant's <HI>London</HI> Dame,</L>
<L>Tho' thou art ruin'd for the &s;ame.</L>
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<LG>
<L>'Tis true &s;he is both fair and young</L>
<L>and &s;peaks <HI>Italian Greek</HI> and <HI>Dutch,</HI></L>
<L>Be&s;ides &s;he hath the &s;colding Tongue,</L>
<L>which is, in faith, a Tongue too much;</L>
<L>I dare not &s;peak nor look awry.</L>
<L>For fear of her &s;everity.</L>
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<LG>
<L>My worldly glory, joy and bli&s;s,</L>
<L>is turn'd to &s;orrow grief and care</L>
<L>He that has &s;uch a Wife as this</L>
<L>needs no more torment I declare;</L>
<L>To buy tho&s;e Trinkets which they lack</L>
<L>Both Stock and Credit goes to Rack.</L>
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<LG>
<L>There's many more as well as I,</L>
<L>in famous <HI>London</HI>-City fair</L>
<L>Who&s;e Wives with Prodigality</L>
<L>doth fill their Husbands Hearts with care;</L>
<L>I pity tho&s;e with all my Heart</L>
<L>Since I with them do bear a Part.</L>
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