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All these, as her witness, Envy doth bring,

The credit of innocent women to sting.
But be not thou jealous, I pray thee, dear lad,

For jealousy makes many good women bad.

A wife's that's indifferent if curb'd overmuch,

Will grow worse and worse, for their nature is such. The more thou with rigor doth seek her to mend,

The more they'll persist, and grow desperate in th’end. And thus from indifferency wanting good means,

Some well meaning women turn impudent queans. If goodness, by beating them, thou seek'st to infuse,

For breaking her flesh thou all goodness dost bruise.

A wife at the worst (as I told you before)

A drunkard, a swearer, a scold, thief, or whore,
By gentle persuasions reclaimed may be,

Myself by experience but lately did see;
A man that with jealousy plagued hath been,

When he the last labour and trouble had seen,
He cast off his care and refer'd all to 's wife,

Who soon left her vices and led a new life.

I also have known a wife, handsome and neat,

Of whom her fond husband did take a conceit, That other men lov’d her because she was fair,

Though on the contrary to him she did swear, He watcht her, he eyed her, he noted her ways,

And once he in ’s drink a scandal would raise,

This usage irregular set her on fire,

And so from thenceforward she prov'd him no liar.

Consider each circumstance with good regard,

How oft causeless jealousy wins due reward, And likewise I wish thee to bear in thy breast,

That patience and quietness still is the best, For if she be naught she'll grow worse with restraint,

But patience may make of a harlot a saint, If fair means prevail not thou'll ne'er do it by foul,

For meekness (if any thing) must win a soul.

Now, lastly, to both men and women I speak,

From this foolish fancy their humours to break; Be loving and tractable each unto other,

And what is amiss let affection still smother. So shall man and wife in sympathy sweet,

At board and at bed (as they ought to do) meet, All fighting, and scratching, and scolding shall cease,

Where jealousy's harbour'd there can be no peace. Then be not thou jealous, I pray thee, dear lad,

For jealousy makes many good women bad.


“ A merry jest of John Tomson, and Jackaman his wife, Whose jealousie was justly the cause of all their strife.”

To the tune of Pegge of Ramsay,

When I was a bachelor,

I liv'd a merry life,
But now I am a married man,

And troubled with a wife,
I cannot do as I have done,

Because I live in fear;
If I but to Islington

My wife is watching there.
Give me my yellow hose again,

Give me my yellow hose,
For now my wife she watcheth me,

See yonder where she goes.


But when I was apprentice bound,

And my indentures made,
In many faults I have been found,

Yet never thus afraid ;

For if I chance now by the way

A woman for to kiss,
The rest are ready for to say,
Thy wife shall know of this.

Give me my yellow hose, &c.

Thus when I come in company,

I pass my mirth in fear, For one or other merrily

Will say my wife is there ;
nd then my look doth make them laugh,

To see my woeful case,
How I stand like John hold-my-staff,
And dare not shew my face.

Give me my yellow hose, &c.

Then comes a handsome woman in,

And shakes me by the hand, But how my wife she did begin,

Now you shall understand; Fair dame (quoth she) why dost thou so,

his hand to me, And thou shalt know, before thou go, He is no man for thee.

Give me, &c.

He gave

Good wife (quoth she) now do not scold,

I will do so no more,
I thought I might have been so bold,

I knowing him before.
With that my wife was almost mad,

Yet many did intreat her,
And I, God knows, was very sad
For fear she would have beat her.

Give me my yellow hose, &c.

Thus marriage is an enterprise,

Experience doth shew, But scolding is an exercise,

That married men do know;
For all this while there were no blows,

Yet still their tongues were talking,
And very fain would yellow hose
Have had her fists a walking.

Give me, &c.

In comes a neighbour of our town,

An honest man, God wot,
And he must needs go sit him down,

And call in for his pot.
And said to me, I am the man

Which gave to you your wife,
And I will do the best I can

To mend this wicked life,

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