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Cuckolds Haven:
The marryd mans miserie, who must abide
The penaltie of being Hornifyd:
Hee unto his Neighbours doth make his case knowne,
And tels them all plainly, The case is their owne.
To the tune of, The Spanish Gipsie.

COme Neighbours follow me,
that Cuckollized be,
That all the Towne my see
our slavish miserie:
Let every man who keepes a Bride
take heed hee be not hornifyd.

Though narrowly I doe watch,
and use Lock, Bolt, and Latch,
My wife will me orematch,
my forehead I may scratch:
For though I wait both time and tide,
I oftentimes am hornifyd.

For now the times so growne,
men cannot keepe their owne,
But every slave unknowne
will reape what we have sowne:
Yea, though we keep them by our side,
we now and then are hornifyd.

They bave so many wayes,
by nights or else by dayes,
That though our wealth decayes,
yet they our hornes will raise:
And many of them take a pride
to keepe their Husbands hornifyd.

O what a case is this,
O what a griefe it is,
My wife hath learnd to kisse,
and thinkes tis not amisse:
Shee oftentimes doth me deride,
and tels me I am hornifyd.

What ever I doe say,
shee will have her owne way,
Shee scorneth to obey;
Sheell take time while she may:
And if I beate her backe and side,
In spight I shall be hornifyd.

Nay you would little thinke,
how they will friendly link,
And how theyl sit and drink,
till they begin to wink:
And then if Vulcan will but ride,
Some Cuckold shall be hornifyd.

A woman that will be drunk,
will easly play the Punck;
For when her wits are sunk,
all keyes will fit her Trunk:
Then by experience oft is tride,
poore men that way are hornifyd.

Thus honest men must beare,
and tis in vaine to feare,
For we are nere the neare
our hearts with griefe to teare:
For while we mourne it is their pride,
the more to keepe us hornifyd.

And be we great or small,
we must be at their call;
How ere the Cards doe fall,
we men must suffer all:
Doe what we can we must abide
the paine of being hornifyd.

The second Part, To the same Tune.

IF they once bid us goe.
wee dare not twice say no,
Although too well we know
Tis to our griefe and woe:
Nay we are glad their faults to hide,
though often we are hornifyd.

If I my wife provoke,
with words in anger spoke,
Shee sweares sheell make all smoke,
and I must be her Cloake:
Her basenesse and my wrongs I hide,
and patiently am hornifyd.

When these good Gossips meet,
In Alley, Lane, or Street,
Poore men we doe not seet,
with Wine and Sugar sweet,
They arme themselves, and then beside
their husbands must be hornifyd.

Not your Italian Locks,
which seemes a Paradox,
Can keepe these Hens from Cocks,
till they are paid with a P-
So long as they can goe or ride,
Theyl have their husbands hornifyd.

The more you have intent,
the busines to prevent,
The more her mind is bent
your will so circumvent:
Such [secret] meanes they can provide
to get their husbands hornifyd.

For if we them doe blame,
or tell them of their shame;
Although the men we name,
with whom they did the same:
Theyl sweare who ever spake it lyd,
Thus still poore men are hornifyd.

All you that single be,
avoid this slavery,
Much danger is you see
in womens company:
For he who to a Wife is tyd,
May looke still to be hornifyd.

Yet must I needs confesse,
(though many doe transgresse)
A number, numberlesse,
which vertue doe possesse,
And to their Husbands are a guide:
by such no man is hornifyd.

They who are of that race,
this Ditie in any case
Is not to their disgrace,
they are not for this place:
To such this onely is applyd,
by whom good men are hornifyd.

Printed at London by M.P. for
Francis Grove, neere the Sa-
razens head without

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