Household Talk, OR; Good Council for a Married Man.  
Delivered in a Pretty Dialogue, By Roger a Bachelor, to Simon, A (jealous) Married-man.  
To the Tune of Buckle and Thong a.  

 Simon. 
NEighbour Roger woe is me,  
I am sorely discontented,  
No redress at all I see.  
more and more I am tormented,  
Night and Day,  
I pive away.  
Whilst my dearest friends do scoff me,  
to, my face they (boldly) say,  
My Cousin makes a Cuckold of me.  Roger. 
Neighbour Simon be not sad,  
let not Passion oversway thee,  
If thy Wife will be so bad,  
that in such false coin she'll pay thee,  
Why therefore,  
Shouldst thou deplore,  
Or wear stockings that are yellow,  
tush be blithe (man) grieve no more,  
A Cuckold is a good man's fellow.  Simon. 
Ah, how can I choose but be,  
grieved and vexed out of measure,  
When with mine own eyes I see,  
him a Rival in my pleasure,  
With sore sobs,  
My bosom throbs  
When I hear my Neighbours scoff me,  
of all joy my heart it robs,  
My Cousin makes a Cuckold of me.  Roger. 
jealousy's a mad disease,  
and upon the brain it worketh,  
Like tormenting Lice or Fleas,  
it in secret Corners lurketh,  
But that he,  
Who ere he be.  
Shows himself in wit but shallow,  
to be vexed with jealousy,  
A Cuckold is a good man's fellow.  Simon. 
'tis a saying long ago,  
used by those that know it truly,  
Every man can tame a Shrew,  
but he who hath a wife unruly,  
And he that wears,  
The Shoe declares,  
Best where it wrings him: do not scoff me,  
this report still fills mine ears,  
My Cousin makes a Cuckold of me.  Roger. 
Tush, than it seems 'tis bare report,  
not apparent by Probation,  
Neighbour I am sorry for't,  
that on such a weak foundation,  
You should frame,  
Such a Fame,  
Of your wife, 'tis nought I tell you,  
yet suppose she were to blame,  
A Cuckold is a good man's fellow.  Simon. 
Alas dear neighbour you mistake,  
'tis not on mere supposition,  
That I this relation make,  
I have grounds for my suspicion,  
He and she,  
So agree,  
That unto my face they scoff me,  
any man may ea●●ly see.  
My Cousin makes a Cuckold of me.  Roger. 
Presuppose that all be true,  
(as I hardly can believe it,)  
Yet it is but vain for you,  
in the worst sense to conceive it,  
I dare say,  
(As I may)  
It's but flammes some Gossips tell you,  
yet if she have gone astray,  
A Cuckold is a good man's fellow.   

The second Part, To the same Tune,  
 Simon. 
Truly neighbour Roger now,  
I perceive that you are leaning,  
To defend (if you knew how)  
the knave and quean, I find your meaning,  
I suppose,  
Y'are one of those,  
That behind my back will scoff me,  
now I find the game how't goes,  
My Cousin makes a Cuckold of me.  Roger. 
jealous Coxcomb leave thy prate,  
do not thus bewray thy folly,  
If Cornuting be thy fate,  
be not mad with Melancholy,  
I do scorn,  
To suborn,  
He, or She in vice to wallow,  
yet I' the have thee hide thy horn,  
A Cuckold is a good man's fellow.  Simon. 
Neighbour Roger when you come,  
into through of neighbours married,  
I believe you'ie not be dumb,  
if things be no better carried,  
Then they be,  
Now with me,  
far and near the people scoff me,  
like you I wish that I were free.  
My Cousin makes a Cuckold of me,  Roger. 
Neighbour Sim I do not know,  
what my Fate may be in choosing;  
But if I'ere come i'th'row,  
I'm resolved not to be musing,  
Whether she,  
Be true to me,  
I will not show myself so shallow,  
for if I be like to thee.  
A Cuckold is a good man's fellow,  Simon. 
Honest Roger by my troth,  
thou ha●● given me satisfaction,  
From henceforth upon my oath,  
(unless I take them in the action)  
I will not  
Myself besot,  
With jealousy that made some scoff me,  
yet 'twill hardly be forgot,  
My Cousin makes a Cuckold of me.  Roger. 
Prithee Sim forget it quite,  
think thy wife is constant to thee,  
This is one thing, mark it right,  
many good turns it will do thee,  
If thou seek,  
Her use to break,  
Rather strive to stop a Billow  
of the Sea; tush never speak,  
A Cuckold is a good man's fellow.  Simon. 
Now I am resolved to'th full,  
never more I will be jealous,  
Nor will I mistrust my Scull,  
I'll be merry with good fellows,  
Home I'll high,  
By and by,  
Kiss my Wife (with due submission)  
thanks sweet Roger heartily,  
For thy wholesome admonition.  M. P. 
FINIS.    

London, Printed for the Assigns of Thomas Simcocks, and are to be sold by Francis Grove, dwelling upon S●●●. Hill.