The Fourteenth Comfort.

The Matter having wisely took the hint, Begins to fear there may be something in’t.  But still unwilling, to expose her shame, He is resolved to tell her of the same.  Next Night he took occasion thus to say, My Dear, pray tell me, where you’ve been to Day.  I hope (says she) you’ll not be Jealous now, D’ye think I’ll damn my self to break my Vow?  I’d have you know I scorn the thing you fear, Of such foul Deeds my Conscience now is clear.  But this I tell you for your further ease, Where I have been, I’ll go when e’er I please.  Do you think I’ll be kept in like a Drone, While others reap the Pleasures of the Town.  No Faith, I’ll never yield to such hard Fate.  To be confin’d; is what I always hate.  The Honest Husband hearing what she said.  He stood amaz’d, but yet no Answer made.  He plainly saw his Ruin coming on, His own Disgrace, and all his Money gone.  He now believes what he wou’d not before, } His Pious Wife is still a Brimstone Whore, } Who made him Cuckold, and confounded Poor. }

The Fifteenth Comfort.

Thus wanton Wives are Plagues beyond compare,
The Devil’s Nets, poor Mankind to ensnare. 
His Traps to catch a Heedless Sinner in,
His Instruments to tempt a Saint to Sin. 
His curst Decoys to bring Destruction on,
And make a Man despair when all is gone. 
His Factors here on Earth, to Trade in Vice,
His Catch-poles to betray us in a trice. 
His Vermine to consume our very Food;
His Leeches to suck out our Precious Blood. 
His Wolves in Sheeps Apparrel to us sent,
To Rob and Spoil us of our true content. 
His Toads to Poison Soul and Bodies too. 
And send to Hell more than’s the Devil’s due.

FINIS.