I could well wish, such my Revenge should be,
Day through both Sides thy treach'rous Heart may see▪
Brave are those Flames that kindle in the Male,
Viewing a beauteous Heifer in the Vale;
Sure 'tis a Heavenly War, delightful Rage,
When Bulls, spurr'd on by Rivalship, engage!
The Herds amazed stand, the Grove resounds,
The bellowing Hectors dealing Wounds for Wounds
By this I might have been the Parson's Bull,
And like him round, Choice Beauties pick and cull;
Had sweet-breath'd Wives, & black-ey'd Concubine
And a fair Issue sprung from my own Loyns,
Who now thus live a solitary Life,
Barr'd from the dear Enjoyments of a Wife.
Then said the Swain, Fond Beast, is that the Cause
How many know I, could they find a Clause
To be divorc'd, their whole Estates would spend,
Who see now of their Miseries no end!
Hadst thou a curst Cow, though her Horns were shor••
Evening a Morn she'll gore thee to the Heart,
Ne're let thee rest, until Commanding All,
She Rule at Rack and Manger in thy Stall.
Know thou dull Lump, know inconsiderate Ox,
I have a Wise, am Married with a Pox;
Who never resting, either Ear alarms
With sudden Tempests, and assiduous Storms;
At Promises and Marriage-Vows she spurns,
To Rogue and Rascal, Lord and Master turns;