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Tell how the Roman matrons led their life,
cap and long ears at home.'
My spouse (who was, you know, to learning
which they have, their pen: When old, and past the relish of delight, Then down they sit, and in their dotage write, That not one woman keeps her marriage vow. (This by the way, but to my purpose now :)
It chanced my husband, on a winter's night,
He had by heart the whole detail of woe
He read how Ariys to his friend complain'd, A fatal tree
was growing in his land, On which three wives successively had twined A sliding moose, and waver'd in the wind. • Where grows this plant, (eplied the friend) oh! For better fruit did never orchard bear: [where? Give me some slip of this most blissful tree, And in my garden planted it shall be.' [prove,
Then, how two wives their lords' destruction Through hatred one, and one through too much love; That for her husband mix'd a poisonous draught, And this for lust an amorous philtre bought: The nimble juice soon seized his giddy head, Frantic at night, and in the morning dead. (slain,
How some with swords their sleeping lords have And some have hammer'd nails into their brain, And some have drench'd them with a deadly potion: All this he read, and read with great devotion.
Long time I heard, and swell’d, and blush'd, and
frown'd; But when no end of these vile tales I found, When still he read, and laughd, and read again, And half the night was thus consumed in vain, Provoked to vengeance, three large leaves I tore, And with one buffet felld him on the floor. With that my husband in a fury rose, And down he settled me with hearty blows. I groan'd, and lay extended on my side; Oh! thou hast slain me for my wealth, (I cried) Yet I forgive thee-take my last embrace-' He wept, kind soul! and stoop'd to kiss my face: I took him such a box as turned him blue, Then sigh'd and cried, 'Adieu, my dear, adieu !'
But after many a hearty struggle pass'd, I condescended to be pleased at last: Soon as he said “My mistress and my wife! Do what you list the term of all your life;' I took to heart the merits of the cause, And stood content to rule by wholesome laws; Received the reins of absolute command, With all the government of house and land, And empire o'er his tongue and o'er his hand, As for the volume that reviled the dames, 'Twas torn to fragments, and condemn’d to flames.
Now Heaven on all my husbands gone bestow Pleasures above, for tortures felt below: That rest they wish'd for grant them in the grave, And bless those souls my conduct help'd to save!
Jmitations of English Poets.
WOMEN ben full of ragerie,
Lo, here is coz, and here is miss.'
Te-hee,' cry'd ladies; clerke nought spake: Miss stared, and grey ducke crieth quaake.'
O moder, moder! (quoth the daughter)
In every town where Thamis rolls his tyde,
bourhood I ween, The snappish cur (the passenger's annoy) Close at my heel with yelping treble flies; The whimpering girl, and hoarser screaming boy, Join to the yelping treble shrilling cries; The scolding quean to louder notes doth rise, And her full pipes those shrilling cries confound; To her full pipes the grunting hog replies : The grunting hogs alarm the neighbours round, And curs, girls, boys, and scolds, in the deep base