Cupid and Hymen a Voyage to the Isles of love and matrimony. Containing A most Diverting Account of the Inhabitants of those Two Vast and Populous Countries, their Laws, Customs, and Government. Interspersed With many useful Directions and Cautions how to avoid the dangerous Precipices and Quicksands that these Islands abound with, and wherein so many Thousands, who have undertaken the Voyage, have miserably perished. By the Facetious H. C. [i.e. Henry Carey] and T. B.: To which are added, a map of the Island of Marriage; The Batchelor's Estimate of the Expences attending a Married Life. The Married Man's Answer to it; None but Fools Marry, a Vindication of the Estimate; and a Boulster Lecture, &c. By Simon Single ... The Fourth Edition |
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Stored with all Variety of witty Jests, merry Tales, and other pleasant Passages; extracted from the choicest Flowers of Philosophy, Poesy, ancient and modern History.
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The Cure of CUCKOLDOM:
A TALE.
The Secret from Italian Stores I bring,
And of the Cure of Cuckoldom I sing;
While jealous Husbands with Impatience hear,
And wanton Wives yield an unwilling Ear.
And of the Cure of Cuckoldom I sing;
While jealous Husbands with Impatience hear,
And wanton Wives yield an unwilling Ear.
In Naples dwelt, as doth my Author say,
Poor sober John, and sprightly Cithera;
A Lawyer He, and of a wealthy Store,
Much Business had, but still his Wife had more.
The Court broke up, when he returning came,
A Crowd of Company block'd up the Dame;
At length they go.—Then prithee Cithera,
Who were those Gentlemen above to day?
The Count my Cousin and my Unkle Lord,
Were all the Strangers here, upon my Word.
Lectures were vain.—John stands without Reply,
He nothing says,—but thinks it all a Lie.
Poor sober John, and sprightly Cithera;
A Lawyer He, and of a wealthy Store,
Much Business had, but still his Wife had more.
The Court broke up, when he returning came,
A Crowd of Company block'd up the Dame;
At length they go.—Then prithee Cithera,
Who were those Gentlemen above to day?
The Count my Cousin and my Unkle Lord,
Were all the Strangers here, upon my Word.
Lectures were vain.—John stands without Reply,
He nothing says,—but thinks it all a Lie.
If o'er some crabbed Case he pores at home,
For Air his sickly Dear abroad must roam.
What tho' with her his Cousin Laura go?
Women but sorry Guardians are ye know:
Both may be guilty.—Where is then Belief?
Do Sisters ever call a Sister—Thief?
For Air his sickly Dear abroad must roam.
What tho' with her his Cousin Laura go?
Women but sorry Guardians are ye know:
Both may be guilty.—Where is then Belief?
Do Sisters ever call a Sister—Thief?
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So much the Council's Brains, such Notions tost,
The Brief's forgotten,—and the Cause is lost.
The Brief's forgotten,—and the Cause is lost.
To's Father-in-law full griev'd at last he goes,
There tells his Sorrows, and repeats his Woes.
Ay, (quoth the Sire) her Mother was just so,
When first I wedded, forty Years ago;
Her Years were then,—about some twenty five,
The Age exactly of my precious Wife.
I to reclaim her try'd, but try'd in vain;
At last,—I e'en forbore the needless Pain.
Thus let alone,—when to Threescore she came,
Of herself she grew,—A Sober, Pious Dame.
Now Jealous Husbands at my Tale look sour,
And Wanton Wives approve—the certain Cure.
There tells his Sorrows, and repeats his Woes.
Ay, (quoth the Sire) her Mother was just so,
When first I wedded, forty Years ago;
Her Years were then,—about some twenty five,
The Age exactly of my precious Wife.
I to reclaim her try'd, but try'd in vain;
At last,—I e'en forbore the needless Pain.
Thus let alone,—when to Threescore she came,
Of herself she grew,—A Sober, Pious Dame.
Now Jealous Husbands at my Tale look sour,
And Wanton Wives approve—the certain Cure.
FINIS.
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