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A merry Dialogue betwixt a married man and his wife concerning the affaires of this carefull life.
To an excellent Tune.
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I Haue for all good wiues a Song,
I doe lament the womens wrong,
And I doe pitty them with my heart,
to thinks vpon the womens smart,
Their labours great and full of paine,
yet for the same they haue small gaine.
In that you say cannot be true,
for men doe take more paines then you,
We toyle, we moyle, we grieue and care,
when you sit on a stoole or chaire,
Yet let vs doe all what we can,
your tongues will get the vpper hand.
We women in the morning rise,
as some as day breakes in the skies,
And then to pleas•• you with desire,
the first we doe, is, make a fire,
Then other work•• we straight begin,
to sweepe the house, to card, or spin,
Why men worke at Plough and Cart.
which soone would break a womans hart
They sow, they mow, and reape the corne,
and many times doe weare the horne.
In praise of wines speake you no mo••••
for these were lies you told before.
We women here doe beare the blame,
but men would séeme to haue the fame:
But trust me I will neuer yeeld,
my tongue's my owne, I thereon build,
Men may not in this case compare,
with women for their toyle and care.
Fie, idle women, how you prate,
tis men that gets you all your state,
You know tis true in what I say,
therefore you must giue men the way,
And not presume to grow too his,
your speeches are not worth a flye.
You men could not tell how to shift,
if you of women were bereft,
We wash your cloathes, and dresse your diet
and all to keepe your minds in quiet,
Our works not done at morne nor night,
to pleasure men is our delight.
Women are called a house of care;
they bring poore men vnto despaire,
That man is blest that hath not bin.
iniuted by a womens sin,
They'l cause a man if heale giue way,
to bring him to his liues decay.