The invincible
PRIDE of WOMEN
or
The London Tradesman's Lamentation
For the Prodigality of his Wife, which doth daily
pillage his Purse.
To the Tune of the Spinning Wheel.
Licensed according to orders.
[20.]I have a Wife, the mores my Care,
who like a gaudy Peacock goes,
In Top Knots, Patches, Powder'd Hair,
besides she is the worst of shrows;
This fills my Heart with grief and care
To think I must this burthen bear.