“ And thus the poor foul is kept like a fool,
enough a man’s hem for to break,
But women and wine’s the delight of my mind,
for such is the life of a rake, &c.
There’s many a brave man as I understand,
that lives both in country and town,
Who labours full sore to maintain a score,
of children that’s none of their own;
The wives they do baul, and the chidren do equal,
which is the true emblem of strife,
But single and free for ever I’ll be,
for who would be plagu’d with a wife, &c. ”