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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.

If Woman once has fix'd her Mind
On any Vice or Failing,
If you'd reclaim her, who can find
What Way is most prevailing?
Hard Words provoke, and make her worse,
Blows raise her Indignation;
He's wise, that can prescribe what Course
Will work her Reformation.
If drinking Brandy be her Crime,
E'en let her have enough on't;
For neither Words, or Length of Time,
Will ever bring her off on't.
Her Quarterns into Quarts improve;
Encourage, and not blame her;
Kill her with what she most does love;
Death only can reclaim her.
Ne'er mind the Fault'ring of her Lips,
When she by Chance is fuddl'd;
Nor heed her Stumbles, or her Trips,
Whene'er her Brains are addl'd.

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At her destructive Habit wink,
And shew no Signs of Anger;
Should you, perhaps, the less she'll drink,
And plague you but the longer.