That let a man do the best that he may,
An idle huswife will work his decay,
Yet art is no burthen; tho ill we may speed,
Our labour will help us in time of our need.
To the Tune of Young Man remember delights are but vain.
There was a poor Smith liv'd in a poor town,
That had a loving wife bonny and brown,
And though he were very discreet and wise,
Yet he would do nothing without her advice;
His stock it grew low, full well did he know,