[Tea-Table Miscellany Contents]
ΗΕ.
OF all comforts I miscarried,
When I play’d the sot and married,
‘Tis a trap there’s none need doubt on’t
Those that are in, wou’d fain get out on’t.
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SHE.
Fie! my dear, pray come to bed,
That napkin take, and bind your head,
Too much drink your brains have dos’d,
You’ll be quite alter’d when repos’d.
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HE.
‘Oons! ‘tis all one if I’m up or ly down,
For as soon as the cock crows I’ll be gone.
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SHE.
‘Tis to grieve me, thus you leave me,
Was I, was I made a wife to ly alone?
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HE.
From your arms my self divorcing,
I this morn must ride a coursing,
A sport that far excells a madam,
Or all the wives have been since Adam.
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SHE.
I, when thus I’ve lost my due,
Must hug my pillow wanting you;
And whilst you tope it all the day,
Regale in cups of harmless tea.
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HE.
Pox, what care I! drink your slops till you die;
Yonder’s brandy will keep me a month from home.
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SHE.
If thus parted, I’m broken hearted;
When I, when I send for you, my dear, pray come.
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HE.
E’er I be from rambling hindred,
I’ll renounce my spouse and kindred;
To be sober I’ve no leisure,
What’s a man without his pleasure?
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SHE.
To my grief then I must see.
Strong wine and Nantz my rivals be;
Whilst you carouse it with your blades,
Poor I sit stitching with my maids.
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HE.
‘Sounds! you may go to your gossips, you know,
And there, if you meet with a friend, pray do.
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SHE.
Go, ye joker, go, provoker,
Never, never shall I meet a man like you.
