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A75836	A vvife, not ready made, but bespoken, by Dicus the Batchelor, and made up for him by his fellow shepheard Tityrus. In four pastorall eglogues.	Aylett, Robert, 1583-1655?	1653 (1653)	Wing A4285; Thomason E1455_2; ESTC R209592	13,966	32

A VVIFE NOT READY MADE BUT BESPOKEN BY DICUS the Batchelor and made up for him by his fellow Shepheard TITYRUS In four Pastorall Eglogues The second Edition Wherein are some things added but nothing amended All Husbands that do laugh or weep Read over this before you sleep Here 's virtue in each line and letter To make both good and bad Wives better But they that are resolv'd for none Were better let this Book alone Lest seeing here the good of Wives They change their Votes for married Lives LONDON Printed for A. R. 1653. TO My Honoured Good Friend Sr Robert Stapleton THou that enjoyst the happiest life That ever mortall lead with Wife Who so in goodness doth transcēd She neither needs nor can amend Were I as thou sure I should feare That I my Heaven on Earth had here And that which is a sadding story Must bide as long in Purgatory To thee this Wife will needs addresse To mediate her a Patronesse For well she knows thou dost excell In knowing more than she cantell And that of Females thou art Master And wilt trust none to be thy taster Of thy great Learning none makes doubt Thou them within knowst as without The greatest Schollers ever deign The Sonets of a Sheephards Swain R. A. Lectori Caelibi To the single Reader THou with this Wife in Bed maist lye Yet not commit Adulterye And though twice twelve empanneld men should finde Thee guilty and thy Judges be inclin'd To hang or head thee for a sinfull fact Thou shalt avoid the fury of the Act In Curia rectus thou maist boldly stand From dread of Whip or burning in the Hand Abandon Her she will be well content To wave her right and claim to Aliment Nor can the Remedies the Law affords Gainst force and Rape or wresting from her words She 'l not Inflame the pimping Taylors score To make her such a wagtayl as Iane shore Like Act of Pardon pen'd with finest skill She is a Wife and no Wife at thy will A Hochos Pocos tyde with such a noose Thou at thy pleasure maist play fast and loose Behold her well she favours at a glance That specious Self-denying Ordinance J. H. The two married Shepheards T. and D. to R. and G. Batchelours YOu both secure in harbour sit And smile at our experienc'd wit Who plead at Bar before our Wives For Liberties and quiet lives Such Blisse did only Jove obtain That Greeks and Trojanes on the plain From Idas top did fighting see In far lesse danger there than wee You move above in single sphears And sport with jealousies and fears Of married folks and houshould care Your flocks the better surely fare The single man no weather feels But rising in the night all seels To 's dearest Lambs doth duely look Bears he a Tinn'd or Silver Crook Sweet Milk and Hony is his diet His Physick true content and quiet A soup of Cider or brisk Perry Will make his heart all blith and merry And going to his dreadles nest Findes nothing there to break his rest But on a Couch of mosse and leaves All worldly Cares and thought deceives His sleep as sweet as short his dreams Of flowry banks or silver streams Thence early up in open air He leads his flocks through pastures fair Where crystall brooks soft murmuring Invite his Heart to sleep or sing With Quiristers in neighbour groves Who there recount their mutuall loves You Batchelors live merry lives But wee 'l not change that have good Wives IF he that hath character'd out a Wife Might see her practique part thus drawn to life He could not but with shouts and acclamation Preferre thy practice to his contemplation So dost thou branch her out in every line That only thou deserv'st she should be thine Oh! wer't thou single now and free as I No woman shouldst thou ask could thee deny So powr'fully hast thou their cause defended And highly as they well deserve commended Such goodnes thou descri'st in woman kinde As never any could before thee finde G. H. To the Courteous READER BE thou yoa'kd or single man Shew her fellow if thou can One may chance seek all his life Yet not finde out such a Wife May her Parallel be shown Take her Reader for their own DICUS A WIFE The first Eglogue Speakers Dicus Tityrus Dicus GOod Tityrus what shall I do I love yet am afraid to wooe Such freedom is in single life I dread the yoaking with a Wife For now I revell sing and play Go where I list each Holiday Laugh caroll pipe thus blithe and merry I to my Lambs sing Hey down derry But if I once turn married man Then say or do I what I can All is too little her to please I fain would wive yet live at ease I hear some married men that say That wives will brow-beat all the day At night within the curtains preach And men must learn what they do teach Against this how may I provide They best can teach us that have tri'd Tityrus If she within the curtains chide My head within the sheet I hide And either to my prayers fall Or on the Musing Sisters call To help me sing or else to weep Till in the end I fall asleep Then Great Apollo in a Dream Forbids me strive against the stream By stirring I much dust may raise The lowring Mornes prove fairest daies Good Hous-wives when their pot boils over To cool the Broth take off the cover The simple make it seethe up higher By laying fuell on the fire Thus sweeten I a married life And when I wake behold my Wife As kindely fals within mine Arms As if she never meant me harms Dicus This Counsell only they can follow Who are acquainted with Apollo But many Husbands finde a shrow That never did Apollo know Nor ever supped at the Well By which the Musing Sisters dwell Tityrus Why Dicus they may fail to pray Dicus That 's for the night But how by day Must I demean to stint all strife With whom I must spend all my life Tityrus Indeed it is the depth of skill To leade a Woman by her will For sure there is no other way But let them have their Doe and Say The Art is to encline them so They may aright both Say and Doe Else do I know no other fence But use the Buckler Patience A man may offer with the Waster But 't is not good to strike the Master At School and it is the Scholars end To learn no more then how to fend Dicus If thus it be with marri'd life 'T is best to be without a Wife Tityrus Thus Husbands say yet marry seven As some by Crosses come to Heaven The wrecked Merchant under Lea A second venture makes to Sea And I have heard some Husbands tell That they of Wives do like so well Of which they one by one had store That they could wish as many more What cause hath Dicus then to doubt them That sees so few

can live without them Dicus Sure now I think the greatest blame In men thus women to defame Their goodnesse he knows best that tries them But to be good no man denies them They sure are good by night or day At bed or board at work or play To follow or to go before Abroad or else within the door Things are they which men still have need on But they are best of all to breed on The worst Wives are not so ill wrought But they are good though good for nought Men erre when they would have them all Just like their looks Angelicall And yet we reade of Angels pride She is a ribbe of thine own side That which is pure in her lo she Derives from Heav'n the rest from thee Tityrus Faith Dicus now thy Fate I see Thou soon a married man wilt be This Tale among the Gossips tell And they will like thee all so well For to be praised all rejoyce That thou of Wives must have thy choice But look to 't well thou art of age Prove not like sullen Bird in Cage Forbear thy meat and loathe satiety And long again for free variety Oh! be not like the Fish that plays About the Leap in love with Gays But soon as he is in would fain Get out but never can again Dicus If so I shall not be alone To thee I 'le never make my mone Tityrus Nor t' any else if thou be wise As thou hast got so keep thy Prise Look ere thou leap complaining after Will with thy friends breed nought but laughter An honest chearfull constant life Will better both thy self and Wife But we met here this morning soon And now my shadow says 't is noon At Bed nor Board if thou wilt marry Thou must not make thy wife to tarry Dicus This is the only way to teach When men will practise what they preach How glad am I of this good hap To see thy Precepts in a Map What 's here in colours to the life I 'le practise when I have a Wife Farewell I feel my stomack chime With Melibe 't is dinner time The second Eglogue Speakers Dicus Tityrus Dicus NOw Tityrus I try and finde A Wife agreeing to my minde My joys reflected doubled are She shareth half my Grief and Care In what she joys I joy no lesse Thus double we our happinesse In all things we communicate And come I early home or late She alwaies ready hath to fit Me with some sweet warm dainty bit I finde it now the only life To be thus wedded to a Wife Lo I do get and she doth spare Abroad I she at home takes Care A married life 's a Hav'n of blisse Which who wants half himself doth misse My veins now fresher bloud do breed I with a better stomack feed Tityrus It is a Rule observ'd of all Take off the Common to the Stall A Beast and he will better thrive As Bees best gather in a hive Good Dicus boast not yet too soon It is with thee but Honey-Moon When I to School went then a childe My Master first was gentle milde Yet after he would soundly pay Me four or five times in a day We men like fools are pleas'd with change And at the first new Wives are strange Fierce Mastifs that at home will fight Abroad will neither bark nor bite Weak Cocks away the stronger chase Till they be wonted to the place Thou never shalt her Nature know Till she with thee familiar grow Then maist thou finde true old complaints Some wives look like that prove no Saints Before the Sun comes round about Thy certainty may turn to doubt And Hymen now so frolick grown In other Posture may be shown Dicus For mine own part I do not fear My Wife will hold out all the year For certain she is straight and right The same at morning noon and night Tityrus I wish she prove to thy desire That all our Wives may her admire For sure most Wives are like the Moon That alters Morning Night and Noon She never doth from changing cease But is in Wanes or in Encrease Yet let it not to thee seem strange Thou feel'st not sensibly her change Thou seest not shadows how they move Till Motion plain it self doth prove Observe her well thy wife will clear This Paradox within the year Dicus Thou find'st such faults in married life I wonder why thou took'st a Wife Tityrus Sure ev'n as thine it was my Fate And now Repentance comes too late Some manage can the curstest Dog The Ape makes merry with his clog The Haggard proves best once reclaim'd And mettal'd Horses rightly tam'd I freely for my part protest Of all I know mine likes me best And I should take it for a curse To make a change and have a worse And truly not to be her debtor Not one of twenty hath a better Yet for her sake I cannot strain To say 't is fair when it doth rain Before I Amo can decline All Well breaks up the Sun doth shine Fate ne'r good haps by handfuls brings From out the bad we pick good things Dicus Oh now thou cogg'st for fear or favour We 'l binde thee to thy good behaviour It much doth go against my minde To hear least ill of woman-kinde Delights of youth for Middle-age Companions Nurses for the Sage So necessary are all good Wives Not one amongst a hundred thrives Without them They preserve at home Whatsoever from abroad doth come Tityrus Some call them tackled Ships and Barges Some as they count them Bills of Charges Some the Armies Baggage Stuffe and Tents Most usefull yet Impediments And they that on their tongues dare jest With Aesope call them worst and best In fine all scruples to remove The Best and Worst are as they prove Dicus Mine proves already passing well Tityrus You me another Tale may tell Some twelvemonth hence God give you joy And ere that send a goodly Boy Dicus Which being wean'd the Summer after God send me like my Wife a Daughter The third Eglogue Speakers Battus Dorus. Dorus. GOod day my Friend how frolick dost thou fare Fresh chearfull Gallant free from worldly care As thou wert beaverd up with Ale and Cakes And fed with healing Flesh of Indian Snakes Wedlock abates the flesh and fils the purse Sure thou hast got a Loving tender Nurse Battus My Wife so she may keep the Purse Is sure a sweet indulgent Nurse And for me every Meal provides Twelve Dishes with good Sauce besides Four Fowl four fruit and four of Fish Come fuming on her Chafing-dish Her Woodcock Bitter Quail and Rail No season of the year do fail Her Carps her Gudgeon Lump and Pout She carves to all the Board about Her Fruit as Fish are ay in season Crab Medlar Artichoak Small Reason Besides Green Sallets neatly drest Of which she Pursline liketh best And though I with such chear am fed I oft go supperlesse to bed Where she for me alone unshown Preserves a