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TO A Jealous HUSBAND.
By the Same.
Tell, me Sileno, why you fill
With fancy'd Woes your Life;
Why's all your Time expended still,
In Thinking, or in Talking ill,
Of your too virtuous Wife?
With fancy'd Woes your Life;
Why's all your Time expended still,
In Thinking, or in Talking ill,
Of your too virtuous Wife?
For faith, I can't see to what End
You keep her up so close;
Nor how you cou'd your self offend,
That like a Snail, my gloomy Friend,
You never leave your House.
You keep her up so close;
Nor how you cou'd your self offend,
That like a Snail, my gloomy Friend,
You never leave your House.
61
Ah! Were she but advis'd by me,
Her many Taunts and Scorns
With Int'rest shou'd refunded be,
She'd make a perfect Snail of thee,
By decking thee with Horns.
Her many Taunts and Scorns
With Int'rest shou'd refunded be,
She'd make a perfect Snail of thee,
By decking thee with Horns.
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