Answer to the Ninth Mock Comfort.

The Man more often is the cause of Loss,
By Drinking, Whoring or some Earthly Cross;
Then patient Wife, who yet must bear the Blame,
And hide the cause of his notorous Shame;
And many times the Sons and Daughters too,
Act just the same they see their Father do: 
And therefore if they chance to go astray,
The Father pointed out the crooked way;
And yet the Crosses in a married Life
Are all imputed to a Tender Wife: 
And notwithstanding all this knavish Art,
It sooner breaks the Wife’s than Husband’s Heart.

Answer to the Tenth Mock Comfort.

I wonder where this spiteful Author finds such wanton Women, with such lustful Minds; Unless he speaks by knowledg of his own, Whose Lewdness is the Scandal of the Town; If so, he’s not mistaken in his Mark, For Joan’s as good as Lady in the Dark:  But ’tis unjust to tax all Womankind, With Vices proper to one single mind.  If some are bad, I only this shall say, I pity those that wed with such as they.

Answer to the Eleventh Mock Comfort.

       This by Experience, as I said before,
       You speak because you married such a Wh——­re;
       The words themselves as plain, as plain can be
       Describe your self, that you are only He,
       The very Actions with your cheating Bride,
       In lustful Sport, when you lay by her side;
       How by degrees she did the Fool deceive
       With fained Blushes make you then believe
       Her Virgin Fort well fortify’d within,
       Free from Attacks of such a pleasing Sin: 
       What e’er the Picture wants of being true,
       Is, that it looks not so deform’d as you.

Answer to the Twelfth Mock Comfort.

Tho’ some are blindly led, and others run,
And make both haste and speed to be undone;
This alters not the Case in any wise,
But that a Man sometimes may get a Prize,
If some be wanton in obscure Nookes,
And Ape the Saint, by framing modest Looks;
Deceive the Husband, with her cunning Wiles,
And cheat his Senses with her feigned smiles,
These (I confess,) are hardships to be born,
And worse to think the Fore-head tip’d with Horn,
But still good Wives, if any such there be,
Are real Comforts of a high Degree.

Answer to the Thirteenth Mock Comfort.

       The Lawyer’s Wife is brought in for her share,
       To recompence her Loving Husband’s care;
       As he by Bribes hath Honest Men undone,
       She gives to Knaves, what he might call his own. 
       But Drugs and Poysons to a married Wife,
       I cannot understand it for my Life. 
       For she that has a Husband need not fear,
       But all Suspicion soon will disappear. 
       No matter where or when the Child was got,
       It always falls unto the Husband’s Lot.