Vulgar words in The Pleasures of a Single Life, Or, The Miseries of Matrimony (Page 1)
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The hard Mouth fops, a single Life applau'd, And hates a Woman, that woun't be a Baw'd: Nothing he values like a single Life, For tho he loves a Whore, he hates a Wife, Calls the poor Husband, Monkey, Ass or Dog, And Laughs because he wears the Wedlock Clogg, Yet freely they'l or'e tops of Houses Strolling, And venture Bones each Night a Caterwouling Expose himself to Falls, or Guns or Traps, } And twenty other unforeseen Mishaps, } All in his hot persuite of Whores and Claps.}
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A slender stock of Chastity in store, } Your Oathes and Curses then like Cannon roar } You Devil like; cry out a Whore, a Whore; } But if a vertuous Wife you tempt in vain, Who doth resist you with deserv'd disdain: And forc'd to leave her with dispair and shame, } Your Poisonous Tongue at least will blast her Fame, } If her you can't; you'l ruin her good Name.}
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It is a Riddle which I can't unfould That any Man, can such base notions hold, Disgrace all order, Marriage Bed defy And gives Mankind and God himself the lye, It is a shame, that any Man of Sense, Should have so damn'd a_ stock _of Impudence; Controul his Maker; and with his Laws dispence.
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He talks of moderation or'e a Glass } But mentions none of that when with his Lass, } He's Knave in Grain; a Blockhead and an Ass.}
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Let him content himself to live a Drone, In some dark Corner of the World alone; And trouble not his Brains with our blest State, Which now is far above his wretched fate; He talks of prayers a little while before, And then he curss'd his Wife and call'd her whore.
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Therefore, _Melissa_, wisely Guard your Heart; What _Nature_ won't defend, defend by _Art_: Shun, I advise you, most Devoutly shun, Those _Servile Apes_ that swarm about the Town; _Pert, Noisie Coxcombs, Self-admiring Beaux_, Known by their _want_ of _Wit_, and _Gawdy Cloaths_: Of all the Creatures Nature does provide, To stock the World from _Ignorance_ to _Pride_; Of all that from her various Bosom spring, A _Beau_ I think the oddest kind of thing; A selfish Compound, singular, and Vain, Half _Ass_, half _Puppet_, and the least of _Man_; One that seems just for Nature's Pastime made, A _Gawdy_ Carcass, with an _Empty Head_; Whose only _Knowledge_ lies in _modish Dress_, And seldom looks much further than his Glass.