The Woman's Victory:
OR, The Conceited Cuckold cudgel'd into good Qualities, By his fair and vertuous Wife.

To the Tune of, The Languishing Swain, &c.
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YOung marry'd Women, pray attend
To these few lines which I have penn'd,
So will you clearly understand,
How I obtain'd the upper-hand,
Of my harsh Husband, most unkind,
Who was to cruelty enclin'd,
As by the sequel you shall hear,
No Mortal e're was so severe.
My birth and education shows,
I was not qualify'd for blows;
Yet I so many did receive,
That night and day my soul did grieve.
My Parents had no Child but I,
Therefore their care continually,
Was still to have me marry'd well;
Yet under Fortune's frowns I fell.
A wretched Miser marry'd me,
Whose age was threefore years and three,
And I no more than seventeen;
Would I his face had never seen.
Before we long had marry'd been,
This aged Miser did begin
To have some jealous thoughts of me,
And then began my misery.
When I abroad with him did go,
Perhaps to see a Friend, or so,
If any Man saluted me,
It strait encreas'd his jealousie.
And then at night when we come home,
He would with rage and fury foam,
Nay, likewise kick and spurn me too,
While my poor limbs were black and blew.
I wonder'd at the cause of this,
Or what he found so far amiss,
Which should create such hateful strife,
For I was weary of my life.
At length I found the mischief bred
Within his aged jealous head,
And thereupon I found a way,
His rage and malice to allay.
Soon after this, we went one night
To reap the pleasures of delight,
Among some Friends in merriment,
The which did cause much discontent.
A Squire drank a glass to me,
I pledg'd the Youth in modesty,
Thinking no harm, yet ne'ertheless,
He did my sides and shoulders dress.
His bitter blows I could not bear,
Therefore next morning, I declare,
VVile he was sleeping fast in bed,
I with a ladle broke his head.
VVith that he starts and stares about,
I stood couragious, fierce and stout,
Crying, I'll never be your Slave;
VVith that another bang I gave.
He with a cudgel run at me,
I took a club as well as he,
Crying, I am resolv'd to try
VVho shall be Master you or I.
I gave him not a minute's rest,
But round the room the Rogue I drest,
At length I brought him to his knees,
Henceforth I'll never you displease.
This was his cry, still o're and o're:
Quoth I, VVill you he jealous more?
No, no, I wont, sweet loving VVife,
If thou'lt be pleas'd to spare my life.
Pray keep your word, I then reply'd,
Or else, adsfoot, I'll thrash your hide;
You must not think that I'll be fool'd,
Or in the least be over-rul'd.
Thus I my Husband did subdue,
I'faith I made him buckle too,
Now ever since the truth to tell,
VVith him I live exceeding well.
He never offers now to fight,
But calls me love and hearts delight;
Thus, loving Neighbours, you may see,
I cur'd him of his jealousie.

London: Printed for J. Deacon, at the sign of the Angel, in Guilt-spur-street.

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