Cuckolds Haven: OR,
The marry'd mans miserie, who must abide
The penaltie of being Hornify'd:
Hee unto his Neighbours doth make his case knowne,
And tels them all plainly, The case is their owne.
To the tune of, The Spanish Gipsie.
COme Neighbours follow me,
that Cuckollized be,
That all the Towne my sée
out slauish miserie:
Let every man who keepes a Bride
take heed hee be not hornify'd.
Though narrowly I doe watch,
and vse Lock, Bolt, and Latch,
My wife will me o'rematch,
my forehead I may scratch:
For though I wait both time and tide,
I oftentimes am hornify'd.
For now the time's so growne,
men cannot kéepe their owne,
But every slaue vnknowne
will reape what we haue sowne:
Yea, though we keep them by our side,
we now and then are hornify'd.
They haue so many wayes,
by nights or else by dayes,
That though our wealth decayes,
yet they our hornes will raise:
And many of them take a pride
to keepe their Husbands hornify'd.
O what a case is this,
O what a griefe it is,
My wife hath learn'd to kisse,
and thinkes 'tis not amisse:
Shee oftentimes doth me deride,
and tels me I am hornify'd.
What euer I doe say,
shée will haue her owne way,
Shee scorneth to obey;
Shee'll take time while she may:
And if I beate her backe and side,
In spight I shall be hornify'd.
May you would little thinke,
how they will friendly link,
And how they'l sit and drink,
till they begin to wink:
And then if Vulcan will but ride,
Some Cuckold shall be hornify'd.
A woman that will be drunk,
will eas'ly play the Punck;
For when her wits are sunk,
all keyes will fit her Trunk:
Then by experience oft is tride,
poore men that way are hornify'd.
Thus honest men must beare,
and 'tis in vaine to feare,
For we are ne're the neare
our hearts with griefe to teare:
For while we mourne it is their pride,
the more to keepe vs hornify'd.
And be we great or small,
we must be at their call;
How e're the Cards doe fall,
we men must suffer all:
Doe what we can we must abide
the paine of being hornify'd.
The second Part, To the same Tune.
IF they once bid vs goe.
wee dare not twice say no,
Although too well we know
'Tis to out griefe and woe:
Nay we are glad their faults to hide,
though often we are hornify'd.
If I my wife prouoke,
with words in anger spoke,
Shée sweares shee'll make all smoke,
and I must be her Cloake:
Her besenesse and my wrongs I hide,
and patiently am hornify'd.
When these good Gossips meet,
In Alley, Lane, or Stréet,
Poore men we doe not sée't,
with Wine and Sugar swéet,
They arme themselues, and then beside
their husbands must be hornify'd.
Not your Italian Locks,
which seemes a Paradox,
Can kéepe these Hens from Cocks,
till they are paid with a P—
So long as they can goe or ride,
They'l haue their husbands hornify'd.
The more you haue intent,
the busines to preuent,
The more her mind is bent
your will to circumuent:
Such secret meanes they can prouide
to get their husbands hornify'd.
For if we them doe blame,
or tell them of their shame;
Although the men we name,
with whom they did the same:
They'l sweare who euer spake it ly'd,
Thus still poore men are hornify'd.
All you that single be,
avoid this slauery,
Much danger is you sée
in womens company:
For he who to a Wife is ty'd,
May looke still to be hornify'd.
Yet must I needs confesse,
(though many doe transgresse)
A number, numberlesse,
which vertue doe possesse,
And to their Husbands are a guide:
by such no man is hornify'd.
They who are of that race,
this Ditie in any case
Is not to their disgrace,
they are not for this place:
To such this onely is apply'd,
by whom good men are homily'd.
FINIS.
Printed at London by M. P. for Francis Grove, neere the Sarazens head without Newgate.