The Modern World disrob'd or, both sexes Stript of their pretended vertue. In Two Parts. First, Of the Ladies. Secondly, Of the Gentlemen. With Familiar Descant upon every Character [by Edward Ward] |
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The Dissatisfy'd Wife:
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The Dissatisfy'd Wife:
OR, The Jealous Lady.
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When
the brisk Help-Mate does begin
To think her Husband slighting,
And doubts he plays at in and in
With Ladies more inviting.
To think her Husband slighting,
And doubts he plays at in and in
With Ladies more inviting.
'Tis Time he either mends his Pace,
To prove she is not cheated;
Or that he padlocks up the Place,
Where Female Honour's seated.
To prove she is not cheated;
Or that he padlocks up the Place,
Where Female Honour's seated.
Or else, to ease her longing Mind,
She'll kiss behind the Curtain;
And tho' she seems more fondly kind;
Will horn him of a certain.
She'll kiss behind the Curtain;
And tho' she seems more fondly kind;
Will horn him of a certain.
For when young Madam jealous proves,
Her Husband may be sure on't,
She only hints what 'tis she loves,
And that she wou'd have more on't.
Her Husband may be sure on't,
She only hints what 'tis she loves,
And that she wou'd have more on't.
In Wives, it is a modest Way
Of shewing what is wanted,
And begging that our Favours may
More lib'rally be granted.
Of shewing what is wanted,
And begging that our Favours may
More lib'rally be granted.
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I'm jealous Husband. Prithee why?
Because I'm so neglected.
That is, you don't repeat the Joy
So often as expected.
Because I'm so neglected.
That is, you don't repeat the Joy
So often as expected.
Not but, perhaps, the Gypsy thinks,
That you're a Man full able;
But that you kiss some wanton Minx,
And misapply your Bauble.
That you're a Man full able;
But that you kiss some wanton Minx,
And misapply your Bauble.
No Matter whether false or true,
Or brisk as other Fellows,
Your Wife believes sh'as not her Due,
Or else she'd ne'er be jealous.
Or brisk as other Fellows,
Your Wife believes sh'as not her Due,
Or else she'd ne'er be jealous.
For Jealousy's the Scum of Lust,
That boils above Discretion;
And if one won't, another must
Appease the frothy Passion.
That boils above Discretion;
And if one won't, another must
Appease the frothy Passion.
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