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      THE usual greetings o'er, our envious dame,

      With scowling brow exclaim'd—my dear, your fame,

      I love too much not fully to detail,

      What I have witnessed, and with truth bewail;

      Will you continue, in your house to keep

      A girl, whose conduct almost makes me weep?

      Anon I'd kick her from your house, I say;

      The strumpet should not stay another day.

      The wife replied, you surely are deceiv'd;

      An honest, virtuous creature she's believ'd.

      Well, I can easily, my friend, suppose,

      Rejoin'd the neighbour, whence this favour flows;

      But look about, and be convinc'd, this morn

      From my own window (true as you are born,)

      Within the garden I your husband spi'd

      And presently the servant girl I ey'd;

      At one another various flow'rs they threw,

      And then the minx a little graver grew.

      I understand you, cried the list'ning fair;

      You are deceiv'd:—myself alone was there.

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      NEIGHBOUR

      But patience, if you please: attend I pray

      You've no conception what I meant to say:

      The playful fair was actively employ'd,

      In plucking am'rous flow'rs—they kiss'd and toy'd.

      WIFE

      'Twas clearly I, howe'er, for her you took.

      NEIGHBOUR

      The flow'rs for bosoms quickly they forsook;

      Large handfuls frequently they seem'd to grasp,

      And ev'ry beauty in its turn to clasp.

      WIFE

      But still, why think you, friend, it was not I?

      Has not your spouse with you a right to try

      What freaks he likes?

      NEIGHBOUR

      But then, upon the ground

      This girl was thrown, and never cried nor frown'd;

      You laugh.—

      WIFE

      Indeed I do, 'twas myself.

      NEIGHBOUR

      A flannel petticoat display'd the elf.

      WIFE

      'Twas mine:

      NEIGHBOUR

      Be patient:—and inform me, pray,

      If this were worn by you or her to-day?

      There lies the point, for, if you'll me believe,

      Your husband did—the most you can conceive.

      WIFE

      How hard of credence!—'twas myself I vow.

      NEIGHBOUR

      Oh! that's conclusive; I'll be silent now;

      Though truly I am led to think, my eyes

      Are pretty sharp, and much I feel surprise

      At what you say; in fact, I would have sworn,

      I saw them thus at romps this very morn;

      Excuse the hint, and do not turn her off.

      WIFE

      Why, turn her off?—the very thought I scoff;

      She serves me well.

      NEIGHBOUR

      And so it seems is taught;

      By all means keep her then, since thus she's thought.

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      AS o'er their wine one day, three gossips sat,

      Discoursing various pranks in pleasant chat,

      Each had a loving friend, and two of these

      Most clearly managed matters at their ease.

      SAID one, a princely husband I have got.

      A better in the world there's surely not;

      With him I can adjust as humour fits,

      No need to rise at early dawn, like cits,

      To prove to him that two and three make four,

      Or ask his leave to ope or shut the door.

      UPON my word, replied another fair,

      If he were mine, I openly declare,

      To judge from what so pleasantly you say,

      I'd make a present of him new-year's day.

      For pleasure never gives me full delight,

      Unless a little pain the bliss invite.

      No doubt your husband moves as he is led;

      Thank heav'n a different mortal claims my bed;

      To take him in, great nicety we need;

      But howsoe'er, at times I can succeed;

      The satisfaction doubly then is felt:—

      In fond emotion bosoms freely melt.

      With neither of you, husband or gallant,

      Would I exchange, though these so much you vaunt.

      ON this, the third with candour interfer'd;

      She thought that oft the god of love appear'd,

      Good husbands playfully to fret and vex,

      Sometimes to rally couples: then perplex;

      But warmer as the conversation grew,

      She, anxious that each disputant might view

      Herself