A vindication of a marriage life: in answer to the Broadside against marriage. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B06445 of text R220378 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing V464B). 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. 5 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 B06445 Wing V464B Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.4[138] 99884998 ocm99884998 182807 2240885087

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. B06445) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 182807) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; A4:2[139]) A vindication of a marriage life: in answer to the Broadside against marriage. 1 sheet ([1] p.). Printed for J.L.T. Ashfield, [London] : 1675. Verse: "THou dull insipid wretch, who could'st not choose ..." In answer to "A broad-side against marriage directed to that inconsiderable annimal, called, a husband.". Reproduction of original in the British Library. eng Broad-side against marriage directed to that inconsiderable annimal, called, a husband. Marriage -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800. eebo A vindication of a marriage life: in answer to the Broadside against marriage. anon 1675 1 848 1 0 0 0 0 0 11.79 C The rate of 11.79 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the C category of texts with between 10 and 35 defects per 10,000 words. 2008-02 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-04 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-05 Sampled and proofread 2008-05 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-09 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
A VINDICATION OF A Marriage Life : In Answer to the Broadside against MARRIAGE . THou dull insipid Wretch , who could'st not choose , An apter Theme for thy Prophaner Muse : Thy limping Pegasus though shod with Rime Flounders and halts ev'n in the second Line . As if like Balaam's Ass , he durst not go His usual Pace against A Godly Foe . Thou Mercinariest Rhymer of the Town , Thou Pimp to all Debauches for a Crown , Who for a Strumpet's Fee dost thus dispence . With breach of Laws of God and Conscience . And rather then thy Luxury controul Wilt fell the noble Charter of thy Soul . Nay had the other poor half Crown bin giv'n , I dare to swear thou 'dst sold thy claim to Heav'n ! From the dull Poem we collect no more But only that thou art , A Son of a Whore The Harlots Champion and her part dost take Because thou lov'st her for thy Mothers sake . And who can think him less who thus derides The holy Priviledges of happy Brides . Who cause himself 's a Bastard won't allow The blest effects of a conjugal Vow . So Thieves and Rogues who boast their own esteem Would have she honest , though as bad as them . And with loud Oaths applaud that very crime , For which perhaps they 're hang'd another time , Which just deserved Fate since 't is his due ; I wish may reach our Poetaster too : Who by a long accustom'd trick of thieving Is the known Robber both of th' Dead and Living , When hir'd Verse hath worn his fancy bare , His Brain as Empty as his Pockets are . Made desperate through want , like some mad Lad , That 's driven by necessity to Padd : He rifles all the Poets in the Town And what he rudely seizes , makes his own . No Play or Character , e're yet was Writ , But suffers by this High-way man of Wit , Who whe reso e're he meets it bids it stand And quietly resign at his Command . No wonder then if such as he degrade The spotless pleasures of a Marriage Bed ; Whose In famous Progenitors ne're knew What honours to that happy ' state is due ; But still ran on in an Incestious Line , And knew their Parentage no more than Swine , Thus I dare swear , Incorrigible Sot , Thou was 't not got by any holy Plot ; But as a hated Judgement didst proceed To punish those who did so ill a Deed. By thy own Parents Recon'd a mishap Whose Birth they dreaded worser than A Clap. Thy Mother curst thee in her very womb . And wish'd her belly might have been thy Tomb : So passionately mad she was to see , That thou shoul'st spoil her 6 Months Letchery : What shall I say thou thing of low Estate ! The longest Cur●●s too short to reach thy Fate , To make comparison 'twixt Hell and thee , Were but to complement thy misery , And by so mild a simily to press , Too modest thoughts on thy unhappiness . Enjoy thy self , thy Royets and thy Wenches , Thy Pocky Pills , thy Dyet , Drink and Drenches ; Commend thy Plaisters , Scringes , and Fluxes , Apd swear there 's no such pleasure as the Fox is ; Thy snuffling Eloquence shall ne're disswade Me from the Pleasures of my Nuptial Bed . Marriage tho Noble Center of the Mind , Wherein an Heaven we only quiet find : The even Calme of fifty pleasant Years , Wherein no storms but those of love appears , And repetitions of our Chast delights , Which we like Gods enjoy without affrights , We run no hazards , but go to 't with ease , Squenching our Souls , and leaving when we please . ; Cloy'd with the pleasures of the active Night , Our minds next day repeat the blest delight ; Flush'd with sweet kisses , our desires move So high we drown our Duty in our Love . Marriage , the holy order which confines , Our stragliag faculties to good designes , That wise retreat which bids us take a View , Both of our selves , and of our fortunes too , Which busie Youth could ne're abide to do A Wife ! that sweet divider of our cares ! Doubles our joy and half our sorrow shares : If angry Destiny our Fortune shakes , She smiles , and heals those wounds which Fortune make : Sugar'd within humble Language , she Calmly diverts our Growing misery . In short a Vertuous Wife 's a good estate , And he who has her is secur'd by Fate , To Live in Credit , and be Fortunate .

Printed for J. L. T. Ashfield . 1675