From a Woman who thirty Long Winters has seen,
Yet by patching, and painting, and bathing her skin,
Appears pump and young, Like a Girl of fifteen,
Libera me, &c.
From one who to Meetings is always in Motion,
Or to Church how'rly Gadding, pretending Devotion,
Her ways are unknown, like the paths in the Ocean.
Libera me, &c.
From one who is always a Scolding and railing,
'Gainst the faults of her Sex, and their Lewdness bewailing,
Twenty pound to a Cherristone she has her failing.
Lebera me, &c.
From one who affects still rich Cloaths to be wearing,
But how she comes by 'em a farthing not caring,
When her portion (Debts paid) will scarce buy a Red-herring.
Libera me, &c.
From one in whose Beauty her sole fortune lyes,
Or depends on the will of an Aunt when she Dyes,
Or in Chamber of London, or else 'twixt her T---hs.
Libera me, &c.
From a Woman who values her worth by her pelf,
And o'rerun with conceit, is become such an elf,
To allow none are witty or fair but her self.
Libera me, &c.
From one who pretends to more Tongues then her own,
And in French and Italian a student is Grown,
When one Tongues enough for a Woman 'tis known.
Libera me, &c.
From one who each night to the Play-House still goes,
To show her fine Face, or her much finer Cloaths,
And receives the addresses of Sharpers and Beau's
Libera me, &c.
From a Raw Country Girl who got all her Breeding,
In a Village where Cows, Swine and Poultry were feeding,
And never was taught either writeing or Reading.
Libera me, &c.
From a City Coquett who by Ogling and smiling,
Each Day is some new Fop-admirer Beguiling,
The Devil is in her if she be not willing.
Libera me, &c.
From a Widow'd who buried both young men and old men,
Who once were her Husbands, and sure they were bold men,
To venture on her, or the Damp of her Cole-mine.
Libera me, &c.
From a Widow she Hipocrite (if such there be any)
Who pretends she can Love none, tho Courted by many,
Has five or six Children and never a penny.
Libera me, &c.
From a Lass of Intrigue, who before she was Wed,
Has at Tick-Tack, or Put, or at In and In plaid,
And after her Marriage is soon brought to Bed.
Libera me, &c.
From one who some years has a Town-Mistress been,
And pretends to turn Honest to draw some man in,
From falling in such a Decoy, or a Gin.
Libera me, &c.
From Marrying a Woman I've lain with before,
Who was constant to me, and to twenty men more,
Then make her my Wife who at first was my Whore.
Libera me, &c.
From one who in thought is as Lewd as a Stalion,
With an Airy French humour enough for to pall one,
Yet as proud and as jealous as is an Italian.
Libera me, &c.
From one spends the Morning in Painting and Patching,
In her mind, for Intrigues, in the After-noon, hatching
From the humour at such slipp'ry Eels to be catching.
Libera me, &c.
From running my Neck in the Noose and the Curse,
Of taking a Woman for Better for Worse,
Who brings not a Groat, and will yet bear the Purse.
Libera me, &c.
From the Horrible Torment of Leading my Life,
With a Woman all wrangling, all noise, and all Strife,
So I Marry the Devil instead of a Wife.
Libera me, &c.
From a Woman an utter Sworn Foe to Clean Linnen,
Looking always as Black as if Cole-hole she'd been in,
Fit only in Newcastle-Mines to be seen in.
Libera me, &c.
From a Woman in Cook'ry so mightily knowing,
Will often in Broath let the Dishclout be stewing,
And tho nothing she knows, will be every thing doing,
Libera me, &c.
To Conclude, from a Woman is always gain-saying,
Always either a Gossiping, Scolding, or Praying,
And is ever Commanding instead of Obeying.
Libera me, &c.
FINIS.