_The Tenth Comfort._ Another swears he'll keep you all your Life, Without the ugly Names, _of Man and Wife_. And to that End what Arts, what Tricks are laid, T' insnare the Virtuous Young unthinking Maid, What rev'rend Bawd's made use of to Entice, The Fair one's liking to that Modish Vice. How she at last is guided to his Arms, Where for a while he Doats upon her Charms. But long she can't the airy Title hold, Her look'd for Joys are scarce a Twelve Month Old, Before _Kind Keeper_ takes another Miss, By sad Experience weary grown of this. _The Eleventh Comfort._ Are these the Sov'reigns then that we must own, Must we before their Golden Calves bow down, Forgive us Heav'n, if we renounce the Elves, And make a Common-wealth among our Selves, Whereby the Laws that we shall there Ordain. We'll make it Capital to mention Man, Man! we'll for ever banish from our sight, Not talk by Day, nor think of them by Night, We'll shun their Courtship, as we do the Plague, And loath 'em more than they a Toothless Hagg. _The Twelfth Comfort._ 'Tis not their Sighs, Crying, nor Prayers, Their subtile Whinings, nor Treacherous Tears, That shall one kind Return for ever gain, But when t' oblige us they've done all they can, We'll laugh, deride, and scorn the Foppish Sex, And wrank Invention for new ways to vex, Till they to shun us, prompted by Despair, Or Drown themselves, or hung in cleanly Air. _The Thirteenth Comfort._ But if amongst us there should chance to be, One silly fond regardless foolish She, That spight of all our Edicts will maintain A League with that detested Creature _Man:_ Good Counsels first shall strive to bring her off, But if the Fool will that good Counsel scoff, If she the freedom of her Sex will leave, And love a Wretch she knows that will deceive, From Pity well exempt the _Female_ Sot, That wretched Thing a _Husband_ be her Lot. _The Fourteenth Comfort._ Jealous by Day, and Impotent by Night, Have neither Shape nor Mein to please the Sight Diseas'd in Body, and deform'd in Soul, Conceited, Proud, yet all the while a Fool: May she with him spin out a tedious Life, Blest with that much admir'd Title, _Wife_. And may no Female better Fate partake, That prophane the wholsome Laws we make. _The Fifteenth Comfort._