Yet even then graft _Horns_ upon his Skull,
Makes him a Beggar to enrich her _Cull_:
She seems most fond, till she gets all the _Pence_,
And then with Bag and Baggage marches thence;
She leaves the Fool without one single _Cross_,
To sit, lamenting for his fatal _Loss_.


_Answer to the Sixth Mock Comfort._

But here I differ from the _Poet's_ Thought,
Who says, A _Scold as even good for nought_;
For, like _Job's_ Wife, she will Man's Patience try,
And bring Repentance too, before he die:
Then who'd live single, if a Scolding Wife
Works such great Wonders in a Husband's Life?


_Answer to the Seventh Mock Comfort._

No modest Woman will disdain her Spouse,
Because he seldom peeps into her House;
Since Age and Sickness doth the Sport prevent,
She'll exercise her Patience with Content:
For where all's gone, the _Queen_ must lose Her _Right_,
So must a Wife the Pleasure of the Night.
A Loving Woman, puts up those Defects,
And gives her Husband Honour and Respect;
Like Pious _Sarah_, serve him like a _Lord_;
Obeys in all things, which do's Peace afford: