The Married-mans' best Portion: Or, A new Song plainly setting forth the Excellency, and incomparable Worth of a good Wife, as also how much Happiness doth continually attend upon that Man that enjoys her.  
To the Tune of, Fancies Phoenix.  
 

A Mongst those worldly Tores, of which  
Men equally may have their share,  
Where of the Poor as well as Rich  
most commonly possessors are:  
The greatest happiness I find,  
Is that which comes from Women kind:  
There is no comfort in this life,  
Like to a constant loving Wife.   

A vertu●●s wom●n doth excel  
●●● richest Treasure of the Earth,  
〈…〉 can find her parallel.  
〈…〉 set her pra●ses forth:  
〈…〉 Phonix's very rare,  
〈…〉 past compare.  
〈…〉 is no comfort, etc.   

〈◊〉 is happy in his choice  
〈…〉 such a one is wed,  
〈…〉 cheerfulness rejoice,  
〈…〉 he so well hath sped,  
He hath his portion with the best,  
that with a virtuous wife is blest,  
There is no comfort, etc.   

How sweet a sight it is to see,  
a married Pair so truly joined  
In perfect love, that though there be  
two Persons, yet there's but one mind:  
Such Couples do enjoy content,  
And in true peace their lives are spent.  
There is no comfort, etc.   

A virtuous woman evermore  
her husband's pleasure doth fulfil,  
She treasures up his love in store,  
and always strives to do his will,  
She gives consent to what he says,  
When he commands, than she obeys.  
There is no comfort in this life,  
Like to a constant loving Wife.   
 

SHe useth not abroad to room,  
amongst the Gossips idle Crew,  
But careful is, and stays at home,  
With diligence her work to do,  
Her Family she will direct,  
And give her husband due respect.  
There is no comfort in this life,  
Like to a constant loving wife.   

she's wary, and she's provident;  
and often saves what others lose,  
By right forecasting the event.  
she well doth know which way to choose,  
Accordingly her course she steers,  
And daily orders her affairs.  
There is no comfort, etc.   

If that her husband fault doth find  
with any thing that is amiss,  
As soon as ere she knows his mind,  
she rests not till it mended is,  
His love doth all her pains requite,  
And in the same she takes delight.  
There is no comfort, etc.   

When he with sickness is ●●prest,  
or any ways cast down wit● grief,  
She suffers not her heart to 〈◊〉,  
till she hath gained 〈◊〉 some relief:  
When he doth mourn, than she is sad,  
When he rejoices, she is glad.  
There is no comfort, etc.   

If sometimes for a little space,  
his business calls him forth from home,  
She greatly longs to see his face,  
and often wishes he would come:  
His presence gives her full content,  
His absence she doth much lament,  
There is no comfort, etc.   

She will not vary in the least  
from what at first she seemed to be,  
Her constancy shall be increased,  
but not diminished one degree,  
Her husband she hath vowed to love,  
And she to him will faithful prove,  
There is no comfort, etc.   

Thus having set before your e●es,  
in Characters right plai● 〈◊〉,  
A virtuous woman's qualities,  
 
Choose such a 〈…〉,  
My ●ords will all 〈◊〉 be.  
There is no comfort in this life,  
Like to a constant loving wife.    

London Printed for W. Thackeray, T. Passenger, and W. Whitwood.