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N68228 SWeet, dear, and Loving Wife / My Senses are at Strife, Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 289770 The WEAVER's Garland; / Or, A new School for Christian Patience. The WEAVER's Garland; Or, A new School for Christian Patience. The WEAVER's Garland; Or, A new School for Christian Patience. 1790-1790

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SWeet, dear, and Loving Wife My Senses are at Strife, About this careful Life, For we decline; Times being grievious hard, All trading spoild and marrd, I have a sweet regard For thee and thine. I thank you for your C[ar]e, Yet Husband dont despair, Let us with Patience bear These Troubles here. Dear Love, tis all in vain, To weep, sigh, and complain, Love, we may thrive again, Be of good cheer. My dearest Love, said he, How can I chearful be? While pinching Poverty Knocks at the Door, And will not hence Depart, But wounds me to the Heart, I never felt such Smart, Sweet Wife, before.
Dear Husband do not make Such Moan for Heavens sake, Of me this Councel take, Your Bosom-Friend: By Patience put your Trust, In him that made you first, When Times are at the worst, Sure they will mend. Dear Love, it may be so, But while the G[ra]ss doth grow The Steed may starve you know, Then tis too Late. So my dear Family, Which wants a quick supply, By long Delays may die, O cruel Fate. Sweet Husband dont Despair, Avoid distracting Care, I will the Burden bear Along with you. Our Sons and Daughters they Shall Work, and if we may, Get Bread from Day to Day, Love that will do.
At a sad dismal Rate, Sweet Wife thou knowst of late, My Losses have been great, By wicked Men. Pine not for worldly Pelf, Bless God we have our Health, And that is more than Wealth, Be thankful then. Job lost Abundance more, Besides his Body sore; Yet he with Patience bore, While Tidings came, How all the Ruins lay, He patiently did say God gives and takes away, Blest be his Name. Job did not fume and fret, When with these Things he met Dear loving Husband, let Us imitate His Patience when in Pain, Job found it not in vain, God raisd him up again, And made him Great.
Love I have often read How Job was comforted, Yet I am full of Dread And Fear, for why Our Family is large, Six Children are some Charge, We fall within the Verge Of Poverty. Dear husband, dont repine, Nor grudge this Charge of thine. Blest be the Powers divine, Sweet Babes they are. When we shall aged grow, With Locks like Winter Snow, They may for ought I know, Lesson our Care. It is a great Offence, To distrust Providence, Whose blessed Influence Takes special Care Of all the Sons of Men, Husband be chearful then God will be gracious when Thankful we are. My Fingers do not itch To be exceeding rich, May we but go thro stitch, Keep from the Door The greedy Wolf of Prey, And all our Dealers pay, Believe me what I say, We need no more. I and my Children dear Will Work, then never fear, But we shall something clear, Tommy shall weave: The Girls shall all begin Forthwith to card and spin, Which will bring something in, Then never grieve. These Hands that never wrought Shall be to Labor brought, All which I never thought Woud be till now. But in regard I see It is my Destiny, Ill draw along with thee, GOD speed the PLOUGH.
[I] value not to dine On sumptuous Dishes fine, With rich and racy Wine, From foreign Parts. Good wholesome Bread & Beer, Instead of better cheer, Let us receive my Dear, With thankful hearts. In all Conditions still, Let us not take it ill, Since tis his blessed Will, It should be so: Whether we rise or fall, Our Substance great or small, Content is all in all, My Dear you know. O most indulgent Mate, After this long Debate, My Comforts they are great In a kind Wife. Tho some may think it strange My Fancy seems to range, But now a happy Change, Doth bless my Life. For to my Joy I find A sweet composed Mind, I wish that all Mankind, Was full as well. Despairs a dreadful Thing, And does poor Mortals bring Unto the bitter sting Of Death and Hell. Sweet Wife and hearts delight, I had been ruind quite, In Deaths eternal Night, Hadst thou not been The happy Instrument, That Ruin to prevent, Love, Joy, and sweet Content, I now am in. Tho slender is my Store, Yet Ill despair no more, That Man is truly poor That wants Content. But where Contents increasd, Tis a continual Feast, Praise God I am releassd, Death to prevent.
As God gives me Grace, This Council Ill embrace, Despair shall take place In me henceforth. Farewel litigious Strife, And come my chearful Wife, Thy words have savd my Life, God bless us both. And all Mankind likewise, From the Calamities, Which do as Fogs arise, From foul Despair. Let doubtful Christians fly In their Extremity To God who sits on high, By fervent Prayer. He is Mans Friend in chief, The Fountain of Relief, When I was lost in Grief, And at the worst. My dear indulgent Bride, Her Council was my Guide, In God Im satisfyd, In whom I trust. My Children, Wife, and I, We will ourselves apply To true Industry, And leave the rest To Providence divine, Henceforth Ill not repine, I hope that me and mine, Shall still be blest. Thus by the good Wives Care, The Husband in Despair Was brought at length to bear, His Sorrows rife. The bitter Cup of Grief, Her Words did yield Relief, She was his Friend in chief, And faithful Wife. Good Men and Women pray That hear me now this Day, Labor without delay, To live in Love. Assist each other still, In Fortune Good or Ill, Then youll have a Blessing still Come from above.
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