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Much a doe about chusing a wife.
A widdower would haue a wife were old,
Past charge of children to preuent expence
Her chests and bagges cram'd till they crake with gold,
And she vnto her graue post quickly hence,
But if all this were fitting to his minde,
Where is his lease of life to stay behinde?
Past charge of children to preuent expence
Her chests and bagges cram'd till they crake with gold,
And she vnto her graue post quickly hence,
But if all this were fitting to his minde,
Where is his lease of life to stay behinde?
A Batcheler would haue wife were wise,
Faire, Rich and Younge, amaiden for his bed,
Not proude, nor churlish but of fautles size,
A country housewife, in the Citty bred.
But hees a foole and longe in vaine hath staide,
He shoulde bespeake her, there's none ready made
Faire, Rich and Younge, amaiden for his bed,
Not proude, nor churlish but of fautles size,
A country housewife, in the Citty bred.
But hees a foole and longe in vaine hath staide,
He shoulde bespeake her, there's none ready made
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