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R214461 M. WHY am I daily thus perplext? / Why beyond Womans patience vext? Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 472983 DIALOGUE. DIALOGUE. DIALOGUE. 1688-1688

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M. WHY am I daily thus perplext? Why beyond Womans patience vext? Your Spurious Issue grow and thrive; While mine are dead ere well alive. If they survive a nine days wonder, Suspicious Tongues aloud do thunder; And streight accuse my Chastity, For your damnd Insufficiency: You meet my Love with no desire, My Altar damps your feeble fire: Though I have infinite more Charms Than all you er took to your Arms. The Priest at th Altar bows to me; When I appear he bends the knee. His Eyes are on my Beauties fixt, His Prayers to Heavn and Me are mixt; Confusedly he tells his Beads, Is out both when he Prays and Reads. I traveld farther for your Love Than Shebas Queen, Il fairly prove. She from the South, tis said did rome, And I as far from East did come. But here the diffrence does arise, Though equally we sought the Prize; What that great Queen desird she gaind, But I soon found your Treasury draind, Your Veins corrupted in your Youth, Tis sad Experience tells this Truth: Though I had caution long before Of that which I too late deplore. J. Pray, Madam, let me silence break, As I have you, now hear me speak. These stories sure must please you well, Youre apt so often them to tell. But, if youl smooth your brow a while, And turn that Pout into a Smile, I doubt not, but to maket appear, That you the greatst Aggressor are. I took you with an empty Purse, Which was to me no trivial Curse. No Dowry could your Parents give; Theyd but a Competence to live. When you appeard, your charming Eyes (As you relate) did me surprize, With Wonder, not with Admiration, Astonishment, but no Temptation: Nor did I see in all your frame Ought could create an amorous flame, Or raise the least Desire in me, Save only for Variety. I paid such Service as was due, Worthy my self, and worthy you: Caressd you far above the rate Both of your Birth and your Estate. When soon I found your haughty mind Was unto Sovreignty inclind; And first you practisd over me The heavy Yoke of Tyranny, While I your Property was made, And you, not I, was still obeyd: Nor durst I call my Soul my own, You managd me as if Id none.
I took such measures as you gave, All day your Fool, all night your Slave. Nor was Ambition bounded here, You still resolvd your course to steer: All that oppose you, you remove; Twas much youd own the Powers above. Now several Stratagems you try, And Im in all forcd to comply. To Mother Church you take Recourse, She tells you tmust be done by force; And you, impatient of delay, Contrive and execute the way. When mounted to the Place you sought, It no Contentment with it brought: One Tree within you Prospect stood Fairest and tallest of the Wood; Which to your Prospect gave offence, And it must be removd from thence. In this you also are obyed, While all the Fault on me is laid. Now you was quiet for a while, As flattering Weather seems to smile, Till buzzing Beetles of the Night Had found fresh matter for your spite, And set to work your busie Brain, Which took Fire quickly from their Train. Some Wise, some Valiant, you remove, Cause they your Maxims dont approve; And in their stead such Creatures place Which to th Employments brings Disgrace: While whatfoere you do I own, And still the dirt on me is thrown. Strait new Chimeras fill your Brain, The humming Beetles buz again; A Goal-Delivery now must be, All tender Consciences set free; Not out of Zeal, but pure Design To make Dissenters with us joyn To pull down Test and Penal Laws, The Bulwark of the Hereticks Cause. The sly Dissenters laugh the while, They see where lurks the Serpents guile; And rather than with us comply, Will on our Enemies rely. The Chieftains of the Protestant Cause We did confine, though gainst the Laws; But soon was glad to set em free, Fearing the giddy Mobile. Now all is turning upside down, Loud Murmurings in every Town; Weve Foes abroad and Foes at home, Armies and Fleets against us come: The Protestants do laugh the while, And the Dissenters sneer and smile; But no Assistance either sends; Theyre neither Enemies nor Friends. Now pray conclude what must be done, Consult your Oracle of ROME, For next fair Wind besure they come.
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