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Thou whom I now adore, be edify'd, Take care that I
often be deny'd. Forget the promis'd hour, or feign some fright; Make me lie rough on bulks each other night. These are the arts that best secure thy reign, And this the food, that must my fires maintain. Gross easy love does, like gross diet, pall, In squeasy stomachs honey turns to gall. Had Danaë not been kept in brazen tow'rs, Jove had not thought her worth his golden
But thou dull husband of a wife too fair,
In short, be jealous as the devil in hell ; And set my wit on work to cheat thee well. . The sneaking city-cuckold is my foe, I scorn to strike, but when he wards the blow. Look to thy hits, and leave off thy conniving, I'll be no drudge to any wittal living; I have been patient, and forborn thee long, In hope thou wouldst not pocket up thy wrong: If no affront can rouse thee, understand I'll take no more indulgence at thy hand. What, ne'er to be forbid thy house, and wife! Damn him who loves to lead so ill a life. Now I can neither sigh, nor whine, nor pray, All those occasions thou hast ta'en away. Why art thou so incorrigibly civil ? Do somewhat I may wish thee at the devil. . For shame be no accomplice in my treason, A pimping husband is too much in reason.
Once more wear horns, before I quite forsake her, In hopes whereof, I rest thy cuckold-maker.