The Henpecked Husband
Curs’d be the man, the poorest wretch in life,The crouching vassal to a tyrant wife!Who has no will but by her high permission,Who has not sixpence but in her possession;Who must to he, his dear friend’s secrets tell,Who dreads a curtain lecture worse than hell.Were such the wife had fallen to my part,I’d break her spirit or I’d break her heart;I’d charm her with the magic of a switch,I’d kiss her maids, and kick the perverse bitch.