Part 2
_A straunge sighted Traveller._
An honest Country foole being gentle bred, Was by an odde conceited humor led, To travell and some English fashions see, With such strange sights as heere at London be. Stuffing his purse with a good golden some, This wandring knight did to the Cittie come, And there a servingman he entertaines, An honester in Newgate not remaines. He shew’d his Maister sights to him most strange, Great tall Pauls Steeple and the royall-Exchange: The Bosse at _Billings-gate_ and _London-stone_ And at _White-Hall_ the monstrous great Whales bone, Brought him to the banck-side where Beares do dwell And unto _Shor-ditch_ where the whores keepe hell, Shew’d him the Lyons, Gyants in Guild-Hall, King _Lud_ at _Lud-gate_, the _Babounes_ and all, At length his man, on all he had did pray, Shew’d him a theevish trick and ran away, The Traveller turnd home exceeding civill, And swore in London he had seene the Devill.
_Three kinde of Couckoldes_,
One, And None.
First there’s a Cuckolde called One and None, Which foole, from fortune hath receiv’d such favour He hath a wife for beutie stands alone, Grac’d with good carriage, and most sweete behaviour Nature so bounteous hath her gifts extended. From head to foote ther’s nothing to be mended.
Besides, she is as perfect chast, as faire, But being married to a jealous asse, He vowes she hornes him, for he feeles a paire Have bin a growing ever since last grasse, No contrary perswasions hee’l indure, But’s wife is faire and hee’s a Cuckolde sure.
_The second._
None, and One.
The second hath a wife that loves the game, And playes the secret cunnig whore at plaisure. But in her husbands sight shees wondrous tame, Which makes him vow, he hath _Ulisses_ treasure. Sheele wish al whores were hang’d, with weeping teares Yet she her selfe a whores cloathes dayly weares.
Her husbāds friends report how’s wife doth gull him With false deceitfull and dissembling showe And that by both his hornes a man may pull him, To such a goodly length they daylie growe, He sayes they wrong her, and he sweares they lye, His wife is chaste, and in that minde hee’le dye.
_The Third_,
One, and One.
The third is he that knowes women are weake, And therefore they are dayly apt to fall, Words of unkindnesse their kind hearts may breake, They are but flesh and therefore sinners all, His wife is not the first hath trod a wry, Amongst his neighbours he as bad can spye.
What can he helpe it if his wife do ill, But take it as his crosse and be content, For quietnesse he lets her have her will, When shee is old perhaps she will repent, Let every one amend their one bad life, Th’are knaves and queans that medle with his wife.
FINIS.
End of Project Gutenberg's Humors Looking Glasse, by Samuel Rowlands