The Poetical Entertainer Or, Tales, Satyrs, Dialogues, And Intrigues, &c. Serious and Comical. All digested into such Verse as most agreeable to the several Subjects. To be publish'd as often as occasion shall offer [by Edward Ward] |
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A Dialogue between two Friends, Tom and Jack.
Tom.How now, Friend Jack, what makes thee look so sowre?
Jack.
You know I'm marry'd, prithee ask no more.
Tom.
Marry'd! what then, that's but a trifling Curse.
Jack.
But I'm a Buck (a Cuckold) Tom, that's worse.
Tom.
That's a small Plague, there's thousands in the Town.
Jack.
Z***ds! but at three Months end I've got a Son.
Tom.
No matter, Wedlock makes it yours, you know.
Jack.
But is not she a Slut to serve me so?
Tom.
'Tis but a common Failing in her Sex.
Jack.
But who that's Mortal can forbear to vex?
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Why would you wed, and such a hazard run?
Jack.
What signifies such Questions when it's done?
Tom.
You're bound to bear it, now she's made your Bride.
Jack.
Blood! Tom, I can't, for she's a Scold beside.
Tom.
Then hang thyself, I know no other Cure.
Jack.
I'll see her d***n'd first, an eternal W***re.
Tom.
Then hug thy Bargain, and be pleas'd thou'st got
A bastard-bearing Scold, not worth a Groat.
With Patience undergo thy wretched tease,
And outdo that old Cuckold Socrates.
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