Cuckold's Haven: OR,  
The married man's misery, who must abide  
The penalty of being Hornifyed:  
He unto his Neighbours doth make his case known,  
And tells them all plainly, The case is their own.  
To the tune of, The Spanish Gipsy.  
 


COme Neighbours follow me,  
that Cuckollized be,  
That all the Town my see  
out slavish misery:  
Let every man who keeps a Bride  
take heed he be not hornifyed.   

Though narrowly I do watch,  
and use Lock, Bolt, and Latch,  
My wife will me o'rematch,  
my forehead I may scratch:  
For though I wait both time and tide,  
I oftentimes am hornifyed.   

For now the time's so grown,  
men cannot keep their own,  
But every slave unknown  
will reap what we have sown:  
Yea, though we keep them by our side,  
we now and then are hornifyed.   

They have so many ways,  
by nights or else by days,  
That though our wealth decays,  
yet they our horns will raise:  
And many of them take a pride  
to keep their Husbands hornifyed.   

O what a case is this,  
O what a grief it is,  
My wife hath learned to kiss,  
and thinks 'tis not amiss:  
She oftentimes doth me deride,  
and tells me I am hornifyed.   

What ever I do say,  
she will have her own way,  
She scorneth to obey;  
she'll take time while she may:  
And if I beat her back and side,  
In spite I shall be hornifyed.   

May you would little think,  
how they will friendly link,  
And how they'll sit and drink,  
till they begin to wink:  
And then if Vulcan will but ride,  
Some Cuckold shall be hornifyed.   

A woman that will be drunk,  
will easily play the Punk;  
For when her wits are sunk,  
all keys will fit her Trunk:  
Then by experience oft is tried,  
poor men that way are hornifyed.   

Thus honest men must bear,  
and 'tis in vain to fear,  
For we are ne'er the near  
our hearts with grief to tear:  
For while we mourn it is their pride,  
the more to keep us hornifyed.   

And be we great or small,  
we must be at their call;  
How e'er the Cards do fall,  
we men must suffer all:  
Do what we can we must abide  
the pain of being hornifyed.    

The second Part, To the same Tune.  

IF they once bid us go.  
we dare not twice say no,  
Although too well we know  
'Tis to out grief and woe:  
Nay we are glad their faults to hide,  
though often we are hornifyed.   

If I my wife provoke,  
with words in anger spoke,  
She swears she'll make all smoke,  
and I must be her Cloak:  
Her besenesse and my wrongs I hide,  
and patiently am hornifyed.   

When these good Gossips meet,  
In Alley, Lane, or Street,  
Poor men we do not séeed,  
with Wine and Sugar sweet,  
They arm themselves, and then beside  
their husbands must be hornifyed.   

Not your Italian Locks,  
which seems a Paradox,  
Can keep these Hens from Cocks,  
till they are paid with a P—  
So long as they can go or ride,  
They'll have their husbands hornifyed.   

The more you have intent,  
the business to prevent,  
The more her mind is bend  
your will to circumvent:  
Such secret means they can provide  
to get their husbands hornifyed.   

For if we them do blame,  
or tell them of their shame;  
Although the men we name,  
with whom they did the same:  
They'll swear who ever spoke it lied,  
Thus still poor men are hornifyed.   

All you that single be,  
avoid this slavery,  
Much danger is you see  
in women's company:  
For he who to a Wife is tied,  
May look still to be hornifyed.   

Yet must I needs confess,  
(though many do transgress)  
A number, numberless,  
which virtue do possess,  
And to their Husbands are a guide:  
by such no man is hornifyed.   

They who are of that race,  
this Ditie in any case  
Is not to their disgrace,  
they are not for this place:  
To such this only is applied,  
by whom good men are homilyed.   
FINIS.    

Printed at London by M. P. for Francis Grove, near the Saracens head without Newgate.