The Whores and Bawds Answer to the Fifteen Comforts of Whoring | Page 5

the _Fifteen
Plagues of a Maiden-head_.
_Written by a Gentlewoman._
[Illustration]
_London_, Printed for _J. Rogers_ in _Fleet-Street_, 1707.
_The_ Maids _Vindication:_
OR,
The Fifteen Comforts of
being a Maid, _&c._
_The First Comfort._
Ye _British_ Maids with _British_ Beauty blest,?Wife as you're Fair, of ev'ry Grace possest,?Do not the least degenerate from your Worth,?Nor be less Chaste because you're thus set forth;?Have Patience then, and I'll revenge your Cause,?And all the deep Designs of wicked Men expose,?Shew the dear Comforts of a Single Life,?With all the Plagues and Ills of Wh----re or Wife.
_The Second Comfort._
Tell me you Grave Disputers of the Schools,?You learned Coxcombs, and you well read Fools;?You that have told us, Man must be our Head,?And made _Dame Nature_ Pimp to what you've said,?Tell me where are the Joys of womans Life,?When she consents to be a wedded Wife:?Much less if she too kind and easie proves,?And grants her Heart to one that swears he loves,?I will not call her W----re, because I know?'Twas his false Oaths and Lyes that made her so:?But you that would to your own selves be just,?Nor Friend nor Husband but with caution trust.
_The Third Comfort._
And first, the greatest lasting'st Plague of Life, Husband; the Constant Jaylor of a wife,?A proud insulting dominering thing,?Abroad a subject, but at Home a King,?There he in State does Arbitrary Reign,?And lordlike pow'r do's o'er his wife maintain.?For when she puts the Marriage Garments on, } The pleasures Ended e'er 'tis well begun: } But Plagues increase and hardly e're have done, } The joy he Courted he dispises now,?And do's a perfect Married Nausiance grow,
_The Fourth Comfort._
It's Jealousie that maggot of the pate,?Possess the Sot, how violent's his hate,?What curst suspitions haunt his tortur'd Mind,?And make him look for what he would not find,?Nothing but Females must i'th House appear,?And not a Dog or Cat, that's Male be there,?Nay lest the unhappy wife shou'd have her longings, He cuts out all the Men i'th Tapstry Hangings,?And if a harmless Letter's to her sent,?He'll make it speak worse sense than e'er it meant.
_The Fifth Comfort._
In a Curst Chamber, Cloyster'd up for Life,?Loves Female Innocence miscall'd a wife,?Deny'd those Pleasures are to Virtue granted,?Yearly the Devil of a Husband haunted,?for a Release she cannot Hope nor Pray,?Till milder Death takes him, or her away,?If her she's happy, and if him she's bless'd,?Till to her arms she takes a second Guest.
_The Sixth Comfort._
If Beauty, Wit, or Com[*?]aisance would do,?There's women that can all these wonders show,?Beauty that might new fire to Hermit lend,?And wit which serves that Beauty to defend,?who courted, cou'd do wonders with those Charms,?Till Parson conjur'd her to Husbands Arms,?And tho' the same perfections still remain?Yet nothing now can the dull Creature gain,?No looks can win him, nor no Smiles invite,?He now does her, and her Endearments slight,?And leaves those Graces which he shou'd adore,?To dote upon some Ugly suburb whore,?whilst poor neglected Spouse remains at home,?with discontent and Sorrow overcome,?No prayers, nor tears, nor all the Virtuous arts.?which women use to tame Rebellous Hearts.?Can the Incorrigible H[*?] move,?And make him own his once so promis'd love,
_The Seventh Comfort_
Oh she a happy, too too happy Bride,?That has a Husband snoring by her side,?Belching out Fumes of undigested wine,?And lies all Night like a good natur'd Swine,?whose Snoring serves as Musick to her Ears,?And keeps true Confort with her silent Tears,?That can himself no more than _Chaos_ move,?And still neglects the great affair of love,?She may indeed assume the name of wife,?But others know she's but a Nurse for life.
_The Eighth Comfort._
A drunken Husband tho may have good nature,?But here's a fullen Matrimonial Creature,?will ask, and will not, will ask, and will deny?Is Peevish, Cross, and cannot tell for why,?Not one kind look he will to Spouse afford,?Scarce speake at all, at least not one good word,?All the obliging arts that she can use,?To reconcile this angry pevish Spouse,?Avail no more, than if she took delight,?In washing Bricks, or Swarthy _Negroes_ white,?Lyons, and Tyger Men have learnt to tame;?Retaining nothing frightful but the Name,?But Man, unruly man, that Beast of reason,?'Gainst women still continues in his Treason.?No Charms his damn'd ill nature can release,?_Satan_, must only _Satan_ disposes.
_The Ninth Comfort._
Nor Marriage is alone the dang'rous shelf,?On which a woman may destroy her self,?Believe no whineing Fool that Swears he loves,?And for your Pity to his Passion moves:?with fair decoying words he glids the Cheat,?Tells