The Roxburghe ballads . AS I was walking forth of late, I heard a man complaining :With that 1 drew me near to him. to know the cause and meaningOf this his sorrow, pain and grief, which bred him such disaster; Alace ! quoth he, what shall I do ? my Wife will be my Master. If I should give her fourty pound, within her apron folding,No longer then she[s] telling ont, her tongue leaves never scolding:As JEsops dog barkt at the Moon, [a] thing for to distaste her,So doth my wife scold without cause, and strives to be my Master. Were I so strong as Hercules, or wiser then Apollo; Or had I Icarus w
The Roxburghe ballads . AS I was walking forth of late, I heard a man complaining :With that 1 drew me near to him. to know the cause and meaningOf this his sorrow, pain and grief, which bred him such disaster; Alace ! quoth he, what shall I do ? my Wife will be my Master. If I should give her fourty pound, within her apron folding,No longer then she[s] telling ont, her tongue leaves never scolding:As JEsops dog barkt at the Moon, [a] thing for to distaste her,So doth my wife scold without cause, and strives to be my Master. Were I so strong as Hercules, or wiser then Apollo; Or had I Icarus wings to flee, my Wife would after follow : Should I live as many years as never did King Nestor, Yet do I greatly stand in fear, my Wife would be my Master. I know no cause nor reason why that she with me should jangle,I never gave her cause at all to make her with me wrangle :I please her still in what I may, and do no jot distaste her,Yet she doth strive both night and day ahvayes to be my Master. 16 32 My Wife will b
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