"Would I vouchfafe to fell what nature gave, What fums from these old spouses I could raise, 205 210 Rich lufcious wines, that youthful blood improve, 215 A liquorish mouth must have a lecherous tail; As all true gamesters by experience know. But oh, good Gods! whene'er a thought I cast On all the joys of youth and beauty past, 220 To find in pleasures I have had my part, Still warms me to the bottom of my heart. This wicked world was once my dear delight; 225 Now all my conquefts, all my charms, good night! My fourth dear spoufe was not exceeding true; 230 But But all that fcore I paid-as how? you'll fay, Not with my body, in a filthy way: But I fo drefs'd, and danc'd, and drank, and din'd; And view'd a friend with eyes fo very kind, 235 As ftung his heart, and made his marrow fry, He put on careless airs, and fate and fung. 240 How fore I gall'd him, only heaven could know, And he that felt, and I that caus'd the woe. He dy'd, when laft from pilgrimage I came, 245 250 So bleft the good man's foul, I fay no more. Now for my fifth lov'd Lord, the last and best; (Kind heaven afford him everlasting reft!) Full hearty was his love, and I can fhew 255 The tokens on my ribs in black and blue; Yet, with a knack, my heart he could have won, Free gifts we fcorn, and love what costs us pains: 260 Let men avoid us, and on them we leap : In pure good-will I took this jovial spark, Full well the fecrets of my foul she knew, 265 270 Oft has he blush'd from ear to ear for shame, 275 1 It fo befel, in holy time of Lent, (My husband, thank my stars, was out of town); 280 280 } 'Twas 'Twas when fresh May her early blossom yields, 290 This Clerk and I were walking in the fields, We grew fo intimate, I can't tell how, That he, and only he, should serve my turn. 295 We straight struck hands, the bargain was agreed; I ftill have shifts against a time of need: The mouse that always trufts to one poor hole, I vow'd, I scarce could sleep since first I knew him, And dreams foretell, as learned men have shown. Thus day by day, and month by month we past ; It pleas'd the Lord to take my spouse at last. I tore my gown, I foil'd my locks with dust, 305 And beat my breafts, as wretched widows-must. 310 Before my face my handkerchief I spread, To hide the flood of tears I did--not shed. The good man's coffin to the Church was borne; But But vigorous ftill, a lively buxom dame; 320 Fair Venus gave me fire and sprightly grace, 325 And Mars affurance and a dauntlefs face. By virtue of this powerful constellation, I follow'd always my own inclination. But to my tale: A month scarce pafs'd away, With dance and fong we kept the nuptial day. 330 All I poffefs'd I gave to his command, My goods and chattels, money, house, and land: He prov'd a rebel to my fovereign will: Nay once, by Heaven, he ftruck me on the face; 335 Hear but the fact, and judge yourselves the case. And knew full well to raise my voice on high; As true a rambler as I was before, And would be fo, in spite of all he swore. 340 He against this right fagely would advise, Tell how the Roman matrons led their life, And close the fermon, as befeem'd his wit, 345 With fome grave fentence out of Holy Writ. Oft would he fay, Who builds his house on fands, Pricks his blind horfe across the fallow lands, Or |