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Of all the simple things we do, To rub over a Whimsical Life; There's no one Folly is so true, As that very bad Bargain a Wife; We'er just like a Mouse in a Trap, Or Vermin caught in a Gin; We Sweat and Fret, and try to Escape, And Curse the sad Hour we came in.

I Gam'd and Drank, and play'd the Fool, And a Thousand Mad frolicks more; I Rov'd and Rang'd, despis'd all Rule, But I never was Married before; This was the worst Plague could ensue, I'm Mew'd in a smoky House; I us'd to Tope a Bottle or two, But now 'tis small Beer with my Spouse.

My darling Freedom crown'd my joys, And I never was vext in my way; If now I cross her Will her Voice, Makes my Lodging too hot for my stay; Like a Fox that is hamper'd in vain, I fret out my Heart and Soul; Walk to and fro the length of my Chain, Then forc'd to Creep into my Hole.