would not acknowledge her husband to be her head? Why, said the woman, I cannot tarry to reason of such matters, therefore I pray you to pay me my money, that I were gone: Wherefore? said the Priest. The woman said, for wares that your man hath received. What man? said the Priest. He that spake to you when you went to masse. The Priest said, he is none of my man, and he said to me, that you would not bee perswaded that your husband ought to be your head. What, master Abbot, said the woman, you shal not mock me so, I must have 6 pound & 8 shillings of you for wares that your man hath received, for you promised to pay me when you went to masse. I am no Abbot, said the Priest, nor none of my men never received anything of you, nor I promised nothing when I went to masse, but that I would perswade you to obey your Husband, who ought to be your head, and so the Priest went his way. The woman perceiving that shee was deceived, went home to see if _Scogin_ had received the ware, and he had received them, and was gone an houre before. Then both she and her husband sought for Scogin, but they could not find him. [17.] A Citizen having married a Cockney, and he taking her with him into the Country, to see his Friends, as they were riding spyed a Willow tree on which abundance of Wants or Moles were hung: O dear, says she, Husband, look what a fine Tree here is; I never knew how they grew till now; for it is a Black Pudding tree. [82.] A man was very angry with his maid, because his eggs were boyled too hard; truly, said she, I have made them boyle a long houre, but the next you have, shall boyle two houres but they shall be tender enough. [26.] A Man in a bitter cold Winter night was passing through the Street, and seeing all a Bed, and no Candle in any Window neither; then bethought himself of this project; for then he went up and down crying Fire, Fire, which made several come to the Windows: They askt him where? where? He told them that he did not know, for if he did, he would go to't to warm himself; For, says he, I am devilish cold. The Country-mans new care away. To the Tune of, _Love will find out the way_. [Illustration] If there were imployments [125.] for men, as have beene, And Drummes, Pikes and Muskets in th' field to be seene, And every worthy Souldier had truely their pay, Then might they be bolder to sing, Care away. If there were no Rooking, but plaine dealing used, If honest Religion were no wayes abused, If pride in the Country did not beare sway, The Poore and the Gentry might sing, Care away. If Farmers consider'd the dearenesse of graine, How honest poore Tradesmen their charge should maintaine, And would bate the price on't to sing, Care away We should not be nice on't of what we did pay.