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Who are the men that oft we meet,
With ragged babies at their feet,
That shake their heads and dare not speakl


Why, Married Men.
Who pass their days and nights in fear,
Because their tyrant wives are near,
To take FROM them their ''this worlds gearP'


Why, R-arried Men.
What men sit up too late at night,
And drink their ale till they lose sight
OF wives and homes, and swear its righp


Why, Married Men.
What men forever, ever wear
Their pants till they let in the air,
q And cannot raise another pair,


Why, Married Men.
Who pass in wrctchedness their lives,
And wish they neer had taken wives,
To rob them Of their tens and five's?


Why, Married Men.
And who would trade them off for gold,
When they grow ugly, lean and old,
And Satan-like are very bold?


Why, Married Men.
Who is the devil in Disguise,
From whom the man of wisdom flies,
To hide him from her vixen eyes!


The Tyrant Wife.
Your friend, BENEDICT