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Nuptial Dialogues and Debates

Or, An Useful Prospect of the felicities and discomforts of a marry'd life, Incident to all Degrees, from the Throne to the Cottage. Containing, Many great Examples of Love, Piety, Prudence, Justice, and all the excellent Vertues, that largely contribute to the true Happiness of Wedlock. Drawn from the Lives of our own Princes, Nobility, and other Quality, in Prosperity and Adversity. Also the fantastical Humours of all Fops, Coquets, Bullies, Jilts, fond Fools, and Wantons; old Fumblers, barren Ladies, Misers, parsimonious Wives, Ninnies, Sluts and Termagants; drunken Husbands, toaping Gossips, schismatical Precisians, and devout Hypocrites of all sorts. Digested into serious, merry, and satyrical Poems, wherein both Sexes, in all Stations, are reminded of their Duty, and taught how to be happy in a Matrimonial State. In Two Volumes. By the Author of the London Spy [i.e. Edward Ward]
  

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Moral Reflexions on the foregoing Dialogue.

[When a join'd Couple live at strife]

When a join'd Couple live at strife,
And ev'ly exercise the Tongue,
'Tis hard to judge 'twixt Man and Wife,
Which of the two are in the wrong.
A prudent Husband should not speak
To raise a Shrew's provoking Noise,
Because her Clamour shews him weak,
In making such an evil Choice.
The Man should own the Fault is his,
To save the Credit of his Bride;
And when she talks, or does amiss,
Should all her Slips and Failings hide.
For tho' the Husband should complain,
And set forth his unhappy Life,
The World would still condemn the Man,
And labour to excuse the Wife.

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He therefore that has had the Curse
To wed a Shrew that wont obey,
By railing makes his Cause but worse,
To please her is the only way.
Woman, when stirr'd, is like a Bell,
Her Clapper is as loosely hung,
And he that's wedded to her Tail,
Must bear the Torment of her Tongue.