children kept within doors, when every city appeared liked a ſanctuary, nothing to be heard in the ſtreets, but the ſound of prayer on the right hand, and the melodeous ſound of pſalms on the left.
Now is the days of counting, ſcribing, riding of horſes, and the ſound of the poſt-horn come; ſurely there will be trade now; and none will miſs proſperity when every day is fair; I add no more on this head, but every one claim a right to his own ſet time, &c.
Another grievance of the female offenders I cannot omit, which attacks a man’s fancy, and is the cauſe of his fall: I mean Flighters who has gotten a little of the means of Mammon, more ſilver than ſense, more gold than good nature, haughtineſs for humilty, value themſelves as a treaſure incomprehenſible, their heads and hearts of Ophir-gold, their hips of ſilver, & their whole body as ſet about with precious ſtones, great and many are the congreſſes of their courtſhip, and the ſolemnizing of their marriage is like the concluſion of a peace after a bloody and tedious war.
And what is ſhe after all! yea, her poor penny will never be exhauſted, it must be laid out in lunacy and lazineſs, ſhe muſt have fine teas and the tuther thing: When pregnancy and the ſpeuing of porich approaches, then ſhe prophecies of her death; as ſhe hatches life, ſhe embraces lazineſs; then O the bed, the bed, nothing like the bed for a bad wife, her body becomes as par-boil’d, being
