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THE CUNNING AGE |
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Mar. Woman.
2 'Tis true, I am marry'd, which hath beene my bane, But if that I were now a Widdow againe,
I so would continue; but griefe is in vaine, I must be contented to sing this sad straine,
Oh fie on this coozening Age,
Oh fie on this &c.
Wid.
3 Oh, doe you so quickly your bargaine repent, And yet you thought long e're about it you went ? If marriage bring trouble, in time He preuent
All future vnquietnesse, and be content To shun such a coozening Age, To shun &c.
Mar. Wo.
4 Oh, woe is me, Gossip, that e're I was borne, I marry'd a Boy, that now holds me in scorne,
He comes among Whoores both euening and morne, While I sit at home, like a creature forlorne.
Oh, this is a coozening Age,
Oh, &c.
Wid.
5 Oh, who would imagine that such a young Lad, That scarce was worth twelue pence with al that he had, Should wed a rich woman, and vse her so bad ?
I trust I shall neuer be so doting mad,
To match in this coozening Age, &c.
Mar. Wo.
6 The griefe that I suffer can hardly be told, Among Whores and Knaues he consumeth my gold, And if I reprooue him, he tels me I scold,
I dare not dispose of mine owne as I would. Oh fie on this doting Age, Oh fie on this doting Age. |
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