%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> 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. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center English Broadside Ballad Archive (EBBA) Director Patricia Fumerton Associate Director Carl G Stahmer ?-? Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 07/02/2014 33191

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R170417 1 For what is Man, &c. UNKNOWN For what is Man, &c. FOr what is Man confin'd / Unto a Woman kind? Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 396 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. 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. The Bachelor's Triumph: Or, The Single Man's Happiness. A Hen-pecked Husband's like a Slave, who wears His Master's Fetters, whom each whisper scares; His thoughts are all to please his Wife, nor knows He other Hell than what her frowns disclose: What Madmen then will be such fools, when they Without control, may Love and Freedom sway. ?-? P. Brooksby

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FOr what is Man confin'd Unto 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 'um grow 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. Created 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 'tis 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, Sill 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, And 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 nought that d[e]ny[d] then who would be Marry'd, Continually wearied, When loves sweet accents so plentiful flow; that Pastimes and Pleasures, we take at our leasures, And can abridge them when weary we grow. We live free from those cares, that a Husband still fears, Frownings and poutings from wives when d[is-]pleas[d] till the fools Monies give, that they quiet may live, Which on their Gallants so kindly bestows: For the which we embrace, And set Horns on their face, Whilst the lov'd silver procures us fine cloat[hs] The poor Mopus confides, And for Christening provides, And by the Cradle a Rocking he sits; Then let Sots be confin'd Unto false women kind, But we'r resolv'd to Court single delight. And to pitty his case, who with Hornny-fy'd face, Slaves for his wife both by day and by nigh[t]
Printed for P. Brooksby, at the Golden-Ball, near the Hospital-gate in West-smithfield.