The batchelor's triumph: or, The single-man's happiness. A hen-peck'd husband's like a slave, who wears his masters fetters, whom each whisper scares; his thoughts are all to please his wife, not knows he other hell, then what her frowns disclose: what mad-men then will be such fools, when they without controul, may love and freedom sway. To the tune of, For what is man, &c. With allowance. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B06920 of text S124445 in the English Short Title CatalogTextual 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. 4 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 B06920 Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.8[23] 99887606 ocm99887606 183229 2240902182

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 Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 2, no. B06920) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 183229) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; A5:2[20]) The batchelor's triumph: or, The single-man's happiness. A hen-peck'd husband's like a slave, who wears his masters fetters, whom each whisper scares; his thoughts are all to please his wife, not knows he other hell, then what her frowns disclose: what mad-men then will be such fools, when they without controul, may love and freedom sway. To the tune of, For what is man, &c. With allowance. 1 sheet ([1] p.) : ill. Printed for P. B[...] at the Golden-Ball, near the Hospital-gate in West-sm[ithfield], [London] : [1675?] Verse: "For what is man confin'd ..." Place and date of publication suggested by Wing. Cf. Wing B263A which has initials in the imprint, and B263 which has the name "P. Brooksby." Imperfect: cropped, affecting imprint and text. Reproduction of original in the British Library. eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. eebo The batchelor's triumph: or, The single-man's happiness. A hen-peck'd husband's like a slave, who wears his masters fetters, whom each whisper scares; anon 1675 1 639 11 0 0 0 0 0 172.14 F The rate of 172.14 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the F category of texts with 100 or more defects per 10,000 words. 2008-10 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-12 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2010-01 Sampled and proofread 2010-01 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2010-04 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
The Batchelor's Triumph : Or , The Single-Man's Happiness . A Hen-peck'd Husband 's like a Slave , who wears His Masters Fetters , whom each whisper scares ; His thoughts are all to please his Wife , nor knows He other Hell , then what her frowns disclose : What Mad-men then will be such fools , when they Without controul , may Love and Freedom sway . To the Tune of , For what is Man , &c.

With Allowance .

FOr what is Man confin'd Vnto a Woman kind ? But a Slave , Cuckold , and Drudge ; that must work and toyl , whilst her Amors beguile , And deprive him of what he gains : but we will live a Single life , and free from care and strife , We tip their Fortunes for their pains . Royot we all the day , they bound and must obey , Wives they will curb'um and make ' umgrow Sots ; But we are free from this , Are not oblieg'd to Kiss , Keep Ladies company just when we please : Pass the whole Year away , Merrily as the Day , Revel like Princes with pleasure and ease . Treated whole weeks are we , they love Variety , There 's not a woman but will have her friend ; Poor silly Idle Knaves , their wives we make our slaves , Court 'um to taverns , to Ball and to Plays ; Whilst the poor Fool at home , Patient sits like a Moam . What they want nightly we give 'um a day .

TAke Coach and to Hide-Park , There Revel till 't is dark , Then with all speed the next tavern we find ; Whither we straight repair , treated with sumptuous fare , And whatsoe'r we want have at command : Oysters and wine are free , Or whatsoe'r we see , Sil● when we call for it's ready at hand . Poor Husbands they know not , their Money pays the Shot , While that in Horns we return it agen ; Ignorant of the case , Whilst we their Fore-heads grace , And do adorn their Brows with a high Crest ; They 'l not at Beer repine , Whilst their wives feast with wine , But think that all they do is for the best . Whilst their Dames Rant and sing , And close about us cling , Panting long time we lye in loves imbrace For which their Gold they spend , ●…nd what we askt 'um lend , Free without Bond or scruple resign , And empty all their store , Let Husbands work for more , Friends shall be surely supply'd with their coin . Whilst they keep on their pace , And the Moams saddles grace , Of what they possess there 's noug●… then who would be Marry'd , Continually wearied , When loves sweet accents so ple●… that Pastimes and Pleasures , we take at our leasures , And can abridge them when wea●… We live free from those cares that a Husband still fears , Frownings and poutings from 〈◊〉 till the fools Monies give , that they quiet may live , Which on their Gallants so kind , For the which we embrace , And set Horns on their face , Whilst the lov'd silver procures 〈◊〉 The poor Mopus confides , And for Christening provides , And by the Cradle a Rocking h●… Then let Sots be confin'd Vnto false women kind , But we 'r resolv'd to Court sing 〈…〉 And to pitty his case , Who with Hornny-fy'd face , Slaves for his wife both by day 〈…〉

Printed for 〈…〉 at the Golden-Ball , near the Hospital-gate in West-smith