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 Love never thinks of rich and poor: She'd beg with John from door to door. Forgive her, if it be a crime; She'll never do't another time. She ne'er before in all her life Once disobey'd him, maid nor wife. One argument she summ'd up all in, The thing was done, and past recalling; And therefore hop'd she should recover His favour, when his passion's over. She valued not what others thought her, And was — his most obedient daughter." Fair maidens, all attend the Muse, Who now the wandering pair pursues: Away they rode in homely sort, Their journey long, their money short; The loving couple well bemir'd; The horse and both the riders tir'd: Their victuals bad, their lodging worse; Phyl cry'd! and John began to curse: Phyl wish'd that she had strain'd a limb, When first she ventur'd out with him; John wish'd, that he had broke a leg, When first for her he quitted Peg. But what adventures more befel them, The Muse has now no time to tell them; How Johnny wheedled, threaten'd, fawn'd, Till Phyllis all her trinkets pawn'd: How oft she broke her marriage vows In kindness to maintain her spouse, Till swains unwholesome spoil'd the trade; For now the surgeons must be paid, To whom those perquisites are gone, In Christian justice due to John.