How happy, O Sir William, is your Life!You have not known the Trouble of a Wife Your rural cares you undisturbed can mind, And 'midst your brutal subjects pleasure find your snowy flocks you with delight can view, They are both innocent, and pretty too And when from Business you your Thoughts unbend,You can with joy the noble chase attend, Or when you please Drink freely with a Friend. No frowning Female stands observing by, no children fright you with their hideous Cry None dare contend none your Commands dispute you like the Great Mogul, are absolute supreme in all things from our slavery free, And taste the sweets of envied liberty.

Sir William The beauteous Sex I ever did revere And can't with patience these Reflections hear:To them I've long a constant Homage paid, And with Delight each Charming Face surveyed.I've had of Mistresses a numerous Store, The Famed Anacreon could not boast of more Yet each was Good, each with Perfections belts, And each by turns has triumphed in my Breast;That I'm unmarried, is my Fate, not Choice: I in a happy Bondage should rejoice; And thank my Stars, if they would yet incline Some lovely She to be forever mine Then wonder not to hear me take their Part, And plead for the dear Idols of my Heart. Spiteful Invective should no Patrons find, They are the Shame, and Venom of the Mind.

Parson Not led by Passion, but by Zeal inspired, I've told the Women what's of them required: Shewed them their Duty in the clearest Light, Adorned with all the Charms that could invite taught them their husband to obey and please,
And to their Humors sacrifice their Ease.