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FAB. XLVI. The Husband and Drownd Wife.
A Husband, being told his Wife was Drownd,
And shewd the Place where she fell in, he walkd
Thence towards the Rivers head, in search o'th' Corps.
One of his Friends cryd out, Sir what do you mean?
Dead Bodies never swim against the Stream▪
If you design to find her, change your Course.
To whom, the mournful Widower thus replyd,
No, my dear Wife was always so morose,
Peevish, Perverse, and full of Contradictions,
So different from all the rest o'th' World,
And so tenacious of her Evil Humour,
It will accompany her, now she is Dead,
And make her Corps mount up to the Spring Head.
The MORAL.
Believe not a bad Woman, tho she's dead.