A merry dialogue betwixt a married man and his wife, concerning the affaires of this carefull life To an excellent tune.

A merry Dialogue betwixt a married man and his wife , concerning the affaires of this carefull life .

To an excellent Tune .

I have for all good wives a Song , I doe lament the womens wrong , And I doe pittie them with my heart , to think upon the womens smart , Their labour 's great and full of paine , ye for the same they have small gaine . In that you say cannot be true , for men doe take more paines then you , We toile , we moile , we grieve and care , when you sit on a stoole or chaire , Yet let us do all what we can , your tongues will get the upper hand . We women in the morning rise , as soone as day breaks in the skies , And then to please you with desire , the first we doe , is , make a fire , Then other worke we straight begin , to sweep the house , to card , or spin . Why men doe worke at Plough and Cart , which soone would break a womans hart : They sow , they mow , and reape the corne , and many times doe weare the horne . In praise of wives speake you no more , for these were liles you told before . We women here do beare the blame , but men would seeme to ●ave the fame● But trust me , I will never yeeld , my tongues mine 〈◊〉 , I thereon build , Men may not in this case compare with women for their toyle and care Fie , idle women how you prate , t is men that get you all your state , You know t is true in what I say , therefore you must give men the w●y , And not presume to grow too hie , your speeches are not worth a fly . You men could not tell how to shift , if you of women were bereft , We wash your cloathes , & dresse your diet , and all to keep your mindes in quiet , Our work 's not done at morne nor night , to pleasure men is our delight . Women are called a house of care : they bring poore men unto dispaire , That man is blest that hath not bin inlured by a womans sin , They 'l cause a man , if hee le give way , to bring him to his lives decay .

The second part . To the same Tune .

IF we poore women were as bad as men report being drunk or mad , We might compare with many men , and count our selves as bad as them . Some oft are drunk and beat their wives , and make them weary of their lives . Why , women they must rule their tongues that bring them to so many wrongs , Sometimes their husbands to disgrace , they 'l call him knaue and rogue to 's face Say , worse then that they 'l tell him plain , his will he shall not well obtaine , We women in childbed take great care , I hope the like sorrow wil fal to your share Then would you thinke of womens smart , and seeme to pity them with your heart , So many things to us belong , we oftentimes doe suffer wrong . Though you in childbed bide some paine , your Babes renue your ioyes againe , Your Gossips comes unto your ioy . and say , God blesse your little Boy , They say , the childe is like the Dad when he but little share in 't had . You talke like an asse you are a Cuckoldly fool , I 'l break thy head with a 3 legd stool Will you poore Women thus abuse : our tongues and hands we need to use . You say our tongues do make men fight , our hands must serve to do us right . Then I to you must give the way , and yeeld to women in what they s●●● All you that are to chuse a wife . be carefull of it as your life . You see that women will no yeeld , in any thing to be compeld . You Maides , I speak the like to you , there 's many dangers doe ensue : But howsoever fortunes serve , see that my rules you doe observe , If men once have the upper hand , they 'l keepe you downe do what you c●●● I will not séeme to urge no more , good wiues , what I did say before , Was for your good , and so it take , I loue all women for my wives sake . And I pray you when you are sick and d●●● call at my house and take my wife wy● . Well , come sweete heart let us agree● content , sweet wife so let it be , Where man and wife doth liue at hat● . the curse of God hangs ore the gat● But I will love thee as my life . as every man should love his wife .