That he may tippers to his horns contrive;
Plead ign’rance, tho’ he knows it all the while,
That his wife’s friend, of gold, he may beguile.
But say you, ‘Spouses thus might be in fault;’
Consider what good lessons you’d been taught;
From earliest youth what tutors you have had,
That you might rise the joy of Mam and Dad;
Virtue and Prudence, names of mighty force,
You work’d upon your samplers of course;
No sights unseemly ever struck your eyes,