My dear Husband!

Had I ever given you any just occasion to withdraw your affections from me, you might have had a fairer Plea before Men, for doing what you do; tho’ even that wou’d have been no Excuse at the Tribunal of God, whom you principally offend by your present wicked Life.  But your own Conscience will tell you, if you dare ask it the Question, that it has been the Business of my whole Life, since I have been married to you, to carry my self towards you as a loving and a vertuous Wife ought to do to her Husband; and have done all that lay in my Power to contribute to your Satisfaction.  I have never made your House uneasie to you, by any unbecoming Words or Carriage; nor what occasion so ever you have given me, have I been either Clamorous, or a Brawler.  ’Tis true my Heart is almost broke with Grief; and who can blame me?  When I see your affection so Estranged from me, your Estate wasted, and my self and Children ready to go a Begging, whilst an impudent Quean is at your Cost maintain’d in her Silks and Sattins; and which is worse than all the rest, your own Soul, in danger of Eternal Ruine.  And if this Affects you not, remember your own Reputation in the World:  You have lived in Credit and Repute among your Neighbours:  and will you Sacrifice that, and Entail Shame and Dishonour upon your Self and Family, for gratifying the Lusts of a filthy and Lascivious Strumpet?  If you go on in this Course, you must Morgage your Lands to pay your Debts; and what a shame will that be?  Your Father left you an Estate, but you are like to leave an Heir that will have nothing to inherit; and so will be an Heir only in Name.  Think, O my Husband, what a Reflection it will be upon you, when Men shall say, Your Father left you an Estate to live upon, but you have spent it upon Whores, and left your Children Beggars.  This was your Fathers House, but you have sold it to maintain your Miss.  Consider the Reproach that this will bring upon your Children:  You brought ’em up like Gentlemen, and then betray’d ’em to Want and Beggery.  Have you forgot the Vow you made when we were Married?  You promis’d then to take none but my self:  Yet now you let a Harlot take away your Love from me, that am your faithful and your loving Wife; and might have been by you Esteem’d so still, if this Lewd Woman had not made strife between us:  You promis’d at your Marriage that none but Death should seperate us.  And as my self has never broke that promise, so you have never had from me any occasion given you to do it:  And I am ready still to embrace you in my Arms, with all the tenderest Affections of a loving Wife.  O let me beg of you, that you wou’d hearken to my sorrowful Complaint, pity my Tears, and suffer not your Family to perish, but bear a Fathers Heart towards these, that are the Children of your Body.  Or if you’ll pity neither me nor your poor Children, pity your self:  for you will suffer most in the Conclusion:  You cannot think that you please God in living as you