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Idle-huswife.
Fine, neate, and curious mistris Butter flie,
The Idle-toy to please an Idiots eye
You that wish all Good-huswiues hang'd for why,
Your dayes work's done each morning whē you rise
Put on your Gowne, your Ruffe, your Masske, your Chaine
Then dine & sup, & go to bed againe.
The Idle-toy to please an Idiots eye
You that wish all Good-huswiues hang'd for why,
Your dayes work's done each morning whē you rise
Put on your Gowne, your Ruffe, your Masske, your Chaine
Then dine & sup, & go to bed againe.
You that will call your Husband Gull & Clowne,
If he refuse to let you haue your will:
You that will poute and lowere, and fret and frowne
Vnlesse his purse be lauish open still.
You that will haue it, get it how he can,
Or he shall weare a Vulcans brow, poore man.
If he refuse to let you haue your will:
You that will poute and lowere, and fret and frowne
Vnlesse his purse be lauish open still.
You that will haue it, get it how he can,
Or he shall weare a Vulcans brow, poore man.
Ile Stabbe thee.
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