I (_says the Coaxing Jilt_) I like you now. Do as you say, and then I'll
warrant you, you'll quickly make the Flirt submit her self: And win my
heart for ever.

Thus they continu'd Revelling and Spending, whilst his poor Wife went with
a hungry Belly, and her small Children almost wanted Bread; which with the
grief she took to see her Husband unreclaimable cast her into a fit of
Sickness; which in a few days brought her to her Grave, to the great Grief
of her poor Children and her Neighbours, who all Lamented her: But to the
great Joy of her Scotish Husband and the Graceless Quean that he
maintain'd, who now thought all their own, and that they might Sin on
without Controul. But tho his Vertuous Wife wanted an _Elegy_, she shall
not want an _Epitaph_:

HER EPITAPH.

_Here lies the poor Remains of a good Wife,_
_Who through an unkind Husband lost her life:_
_Tho' she was vertuous, yet he kept her poor;_
_And spent his Substance on a filthy Whore._
_Whilst she in vain of him implor'd Relief,_
_She sunk beneath a weighty Load of Grief:_
_Which Death perceiving, prov'd her kindest Friend,_
_And lent his Aid to bring her to her End:_
_Which if her Husband does not now lament,_
_He shall (when 'tis too late) at last Repent._
_And tho' he revels now without controul,_
_Yet she shall Sing, when 'tis his turn to howl._

This Good-Woman's Death, was very welcome to her unkind Husband, who had