A Crovvne-Garland of Govlden Roses Gathered out of Englands royall garden. Being the liues and strange fortunes of many great personages of this Land. Set forth in many pleasant new songs and sonetts neuer before imprinted. By Richard Iohnson |
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 | A Crovvne-Garland of Govlden Roses |  |
A new Sonnet, of a curst wife and her husband.
Passing
along through Redriffe,
I heard one sore complaining:
Then streight I drew me neere to him,
to know the cause and meaning.
Of this his sorrow, care and griefe,
which did his minde disaster:
Alasse sayes he what shall I doe,
my wife will needs be maister.
I heard one sore complaining:
Then streight I drew me neere to him,
to know the cause and meaning.
Of this his sorrow, care and griefe,
which did his minde disaster:
Alasse sayes he what shall I doe,
my wife will needs be maister.
For I may bid wo worth the time,
that ere with her I matched:
For with her nailes that are so sharpe,
my face she hath bescratched.
To a Surgion I was driuen to run,
for to goe beg a plaister:
So thus God knowes vnto my greefe,
my wife will be my maister.
that ere with her I matched:
For with her nailes that are so sharpe,
my face she hath bescratched.
To a Surgion I was driuen to run,
for to goe beg a plaister:
So thus God knowes vnto my greefe,
my wife will be my maister.
I drudge I droile I tosse I toyle,
till that the day be ended:
At night I make to her account,
what monny I haue spended.
Or else my pockets she will search,
and say I am a waster:
Thus like a mome I liue at home,
and she will needes be maister.
till that the day be ended:
At night I make to her account,
what monny I haue spended.
Or else my pockets she will search,
and say I am a waster:
Thus like a mome I liue at home,
and she will needes be maister.
For all the paines that I do take,
yet still she will be chiding:
Except fiue groats each night I bring,
at home thers no abiding.
She saies that I am good for nought,
but for some foolish Ieaster:
With angry browes and deadly vowes,
she sweares to be my master.
yet still she will be chiding:
Except fiue groats each night I bring,
at home thers no abiding.
She saies that I am good for nought,
but for some foolish Ieaster:
With angry browes and deadly vowes,
she sweares to be my master.
Thus honnest friend as you haue heard,
I daily liue in sorrow:
Of neuer a neighbor that I haue,
dare I once lend or borrow.
If I should liue as many yeares,
as euer did King Nestor:
Yet in my mind it still me feares,
that she would be my maister.
I daily liue in sorrow:
Of neuer a neighbor that I haue,
dare I once lend or borrow.
If I should liue as many yeares,
as euer did King Nestor:
Yet in my mind it still me feares,
that she would be my maister.
I dare not stir forth of her sight,
but when I am a working:
For her iealous mind doth thinke I am,
with one or other lurking.
And if at any time I should,
but chance to spend a teaster:
Sheele call me knaue, base rogue and slaue.
and sweares sheele bee the maister.
but when I am a working:
For her iealous mind doth thinke I am,
with one or other lurking.
And if at any time I should,
but chance to spend a teaster:
Sheele call me knaue, base rogue and slaue.
and sweares sheele bee the maister.
| A Crovvne-Garland of Govlden Roses | |