The discontened married Man. OR, A merry new Song that was pend in foule weather, Of a Scould that could not keep her lips together.
To the tune of, Shee cannot keepe her &c.
A Yong man lately wedded was
To a faire and comely creature;
She was a blithe and bonny Lasse
As ere was fram'd by Nature.
With rolling eye,
And forehead high,
And all good parts Nature could give her:
But she had learned such a note,
She could not kéep her l. together.
A lusty youth of Cupids straine,
That might the Quéen of Love contented:
Came unto her, her love to gain,
And fréely she her love consented.
But to be short,
In Cupids Court,
He usde her well when he came thither:
And plaid his part in such an art,
She could not, &c.
When her Husband he heard tell
Of her tricks with true relation,
He complained to himselfe
Very sadly in this fashion.
Quoth he, I would give twenty pound,
Thats ten more then I had with her,
Her mother would take her home againe.
And make her kéepe her, &c.
Sonne be thou of patient mind,
Let not thoughts thy fancies trouble:
For I to thée will still prove kind.
And her portion I will double.
Time and age
Will asswage,
And the fairest flower will wither,
And I such counsell will her give,
Shall make her kéepe her l. together.
Henceforth therefore Ille forsake her,
And her mother shall her take:
And for shame let her better make her.
Or I againe will never take her.
Pure modeshy she doth defile,
Besides she's fickle as the weather:
And her scoulding plainly shews,
She cannot kéepe her l. together.
Then Ile leave off to find another,
Though't may adde unto my lustre,
For brave spacious England wide
I am sure affords a cluster.
Good and bad,
Are to be had,
Iove spéed me well though long I tarry
For ere that Ile have such a Mate,
I never more intend to marry.
The second part to the same tune.
SHée is gone a wandring forth,
Wanton wenches will be ranging
With two gallants of great worth:
Such as they affect a changing.
She is bent
To consent
For to go she knowes not whether
They will teach her such a trick,
She will not kéep her l. together.
To the Dancing-schoole she goes,
There she spends her hosbands treasure,
On each Shoo she weares a Rose,
For to shew she's fit for pleasure.
And resort,
To Cupids Court,
And no sooner she comes thither,
She learns so much of that same sport
She cannot kéep her l. together.
To the Tavern she repaires,
Whilst her husband sits and muses,
There she dominéeres and sweares,
Tis a thing she often uses.
And being fine
She for wine,
Will both pawne her hat and feather,
Which doth shew that it is true,
She cannot kéep her l. together.
He's a Coxcombe that doth grieve
And knows not how to court this creature,
For he may pin her to his sléeue,
She is of so kind a nature.
She will play
Every way.
And is as nimble as a feather
But she will often go astray,
She cannot kéep her l. together.
Thou that hast a wife thats civill,
Love her well and make much of her,
For a woman that is evill
All the town thou séest will scoffe her.
Love thy wife
As thy life
Let her not go thou know'st not whither,
For you will alwayes live in strife,
If she kéep not her l. together.
Maidens faire have a care,
Whom you love, and whom you marry,
Love not those that iealous are
Longer you had better tarry.
For offence.
Springs from hence,
You will go you know not whether,
Till you lose both wit and sence,
And cannot kéep your l. together.
LONDON, Printed for Richard Harper in Smithfield.