The Married-mans best Portion: Or, A new Song plainly setting forth the Excellency, and incomparable Worth of a good Wife, as also how much Happiness doth continually attend upon that Man that enjoys her.
To the Tune of, Fancies Phoenix.
A Mongst those worldly Tores, of which
Men equally may have their share,
VVhere of the Poor as well as Rich
most commonly possessours are:
The great [...]st happiness I find,
Is that which comes from VVomen kind:
There is no comfort in this life,
Like to a constant loving Wife.
A vertu [...]s wom [...]n doth excel
[...] richest Treasure of the Earth,
[...] can find her parallel.
[...] set her pra [...]ses forth:
[...] Phonix very rare,
[...] past compare.
[...] is no comfort, &c.
[...] is happy in his choice
[...] such a one is wed,
[...] ch [...]rfulness reioyce,
[...] he so well hath sped,
He hath his portion with the best,
that with a vertuous wife is blest,
There is no comfort, &c.
How sweet a sight it is to see,
a married Pair so truly joyn'd
In perfect love, that though there be
two Persons, yet there's but one mind:
Such Couples do enjoy content,
And in true peace their lives are spent.
There is no comfort, &c.
A vertuous woman evermore
her husbands pleasure doth fulfill,
She treasures up his love in store,
and alwaies strives to do his will,
She gives consent to what he sayes,
VVhen he commands, then she obeys.
There is no comfort in this life,
Like to a constant loving Wife.
SHe useth not abroad to rome,
amongst the Gossips idle Crew,
But careful is, and stays at home,
With diligence her work to do,
Her Family she will direct,
And give her husband due respect.
There is no comfort in this life,
Like to a constant loving wife.
Shee's wary, and shee's provident;
and often saves what others loose,
By right forecasting the event.
she well doth know which way to chuse,
Accordingly her course she steeres,
And daily orders her affairs.
There is no comfort, &c.
If that her husband fault doth find
with any thing that is amisse,
As soon as ere she knows his mind,
she rests not till it mended is,
His love doth all her pains requite,
And in the same she takes delight.
There is no comfort, &c.
VVhen he with sickness is [...]prest,
or any ways cast down wit [...] grief,
She suffers not her heart to [...],
till she hath gain'd [...] some releif:
VVhen he doth mourn, then she is sad,
VVhen he rejoyces, she is glad.
There is no comfort, &c.
If sometimes for a little space,
his business calls him forth from home,
She greatly longs to see his face,
and often wishes he would come:
His presence gives her full content,
His absence she doth much lament,
There is no comfort, &c.
She will not vary in the least
from what at first she seem'd to be,
Her constancy shall be encreast,
but not diminish'd one degree,
Her husband she hath vow'd to love,
And she to him will faithful prove,
There is no comfort, &c.
Thus having set before your e [...]es,
in Caracters right plai [...] [...],
A vertuous womans qua [...]ties,
[...]
Chuse such a [...],
My [...]ords will all [...] be.
There is no comfort in this life,
Like to a constant loving wife.