The invincible pride of women: or, The London tradesman's lamentation, for the prodigality of his wife, whith doth daily pillage his purse. To the tune of The spinning-wheel. Licensed according to order. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B03806 of text R228249 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing I286). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 3 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 B03806 Wing I286 Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.8[227] 99887723 ocm99887723 183385 2248540091

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 Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 2, no. B03806) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 183385) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; A5:2[176]) The invincible pride of women: or, The London tradesman's lamentation, for the prodigality of his wife, whith doth daily pillage his purse. To the tune of The spinning-wheel. Licensed according to order. 1 sheet ([1] p.) : ill. (woodcuts). s.n., [London : 1670?] Verse: "I have a wife, the more's my care ..." Imprint suggested by Wing. Trimmed. Reproduction of original in the British Library. eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. eebo The invincible pride of women: or, The London tradesman's lamentation, for the prodigality of his wife, whith doth daily pillage his purse. To the tun anon 1670 1 490 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 A This text has no known defects that were recorded as gap elements at the time of transcription. 2008-09 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-11 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2009-02 Sampled and proofread 2009-02 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2009-09 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
The Invincible PRIDE of Women : OR , The LondonTradesman's Lamentation , For the Prodigality of his Wife , whith doth daily pillage his Purse . To the Tune of the Spinning-Wheel .

Licensed according to Order .

I Have a Wife , the more 's my Care , who like a gaudy Peacock goes , In Top-knots , Patches , Powder'd Hair , besides she is the worst of shrows ; This fills my Heart with grief and care To think I must this burthen bear . It is her forecast to Contrive , to rise about the hour of Noon , And if she 's Trimm'd and Rigg'd by five why this I count is very soon ; Then goes she to a Ball or Play To pass the pleasant night away .

And when she home returns again , conducted by a Bully Spark , If that I in the least Complain , she does my words and actions mark , And does likewise my Gullet tear , Then Roars like Thunder in the Air. I never had a Groat with her most solemnly I here declare , Yet she 's as proud as Lucifer and cannot study what to wear In sumptuous Robes she still appears , While I am forc'd to hide my Ears . The lofty Topknots on her Crown , with which she sails abroad withal , Makes me with Care alas ! look down , as having now no hope at all , That ever I shall happy be In such a flaunting Wife as she . In debt with ev'ry Shop shop she runs for to appear in gaudy Pride , And when the Millener she duns , I then em forc'd my Head to hide Dear Friends , this proud imperious Wife She makes me weary of my Life . Sometimes with words both kind and mild I let her know my wreathed state , For which I streight ways am Revil'd : says she , I will appear more Great Than any Merchant's London Dame , Tho' thou art ruin'd for the same . 'T is true she is both fair and young and speaks Italian Greek and Dutch , Besides she hath the scolding Tongue , which is , in faith , a Tongue too much ; I dare not speak nor look awry . For fear of her severity . My worldly glory , joy and bliss , is turn'd to sorrow grief and care He that has such a Wife as this needs no more torment I declare ; To buy those Trinkets which they lack Both Stock and Credit goes to Rack . There 's many more as well as I , in famous London-City fair Whose Wives with Prodigality doth fill their Husbands Hearts with care ; I pity those with all my Heart Since I with them do bear a Part.