And sweares unto my worke she'le send
me straight without delay,
Or else with the same Cudgels end,
shee will me soundly pay.
And if I chance to sit at meate
upon some holy day,
She is so sullen she will not eate,
but vexe me ever and aye:
She'le pout, and loure, and curse and bann,
this is the weary life,