Tho' some are blindly led, and others run, And make both haste and speed to be undone; This alters not the Case in any wise, But that a Man sometimes may get a Prize, If some be wanton in obscure Nookes, And _Ape_ the _Saint_, by framing modest Looks; Deceive the Husband, with her cunning Wiles, And cheat his Senses with her feigned smiles, These (I confess,) are hardships to be born, And worse to think the Fore-head tip'd with Horn, But still good Wives, if any such there be, Are real Comforts of a high Degree. _Answer to the Thirteenth Mock Comfort._ The Lawyer's Wife is brought in for her share, To recompence her Loving Husband's care; As he by Bribes hath Honest Men undone, She gives to Knaves, what he might call his own. But Drugs and Poysons to a married Wife, I cannot understand it for my Life. For she that has a Husband need not fear, But all Suspicion soon will disappear. No matter where or when the Child was got, It always falls unto the Husband's Lot. _Answer to the Fourteenth Mock Comfort._ 'Tis true, a Widow always knows the best, To judge those Joys, which some do call a Jest. And if her Second Mate prove weak and dull, With Sorrow then be sure her Heart is full. And who can blame her, if she makes Complaint, For that sweet Comfort to supply her want. Well may she grieve at such a Cross as this, For that one Fault makes all things go amiss. If Husband wants what Widows Nature crave } He'd better be condemn'd to be a Slave, } Or make the Raging Sea his Watry Grave. } But if she finds her Pleasures to encrease, Oh! then (my Husband) _how we live in Peace_. She's then all Charms, no Comforts here below, Are like what she and her dear Spouse do know. _Answer to the Fifteenth Mock Comfort._ A Peevish Husband makes a peevish Wife, And so brings Scandal on a Married Life. No wonder then if Sickness and Disease, Brought on by Crosses, doth the Body seize. All this is owing to a hair-brain'd Man, Whose base ill nature all the strife began. Then why shou'd Women thus be stil'd a Curse? When Man himself perhaps is ten times worse. Perhaps you'll say this is proposterous, In blaming others I my self expose. I Answer thus, if it was not for shame, I'd this same Minute quite disown the Name. For Men like you, their Names do sound no more, Than if you call'd an Honest Woman Whore. FINIS. * * * * * ADVERTISEMENT.