The Bachelor's Delight, Being a pleasant new Song, showing the happiness of a single life, and the miseries that do commonly attend Matrimony.  
To the Tune of the King's delight, or, The young man's advice to his fellow Bachelors.  
 
 
 

THe world's a Blister swelled with care  
much like unto a Bubble,  
Wherein poor men tormented are  
with women and with trouble,  
And every one that takes a wise.  
Adds sorrow to his life;  
and makes his burden double.   

Whilst Adam was a Bachelor,  
in Eden he did tarry.  
It is an Eden upon earth,  
to live and never marry,  
Oh, then what cause have we to grieve,  
To think upon our mother Eve,  
Who made us all miscarry   

Samson, they say, was a Champion stout,  
that filled the world with wonder:  
The proud Philistians be did rout,  
his blows did sound like Thunder;  
But when he courted false Dallila,  
The wicked whore did him betray;  
and so he was brought under,   

Job was a man that open lay,  
unto the spite of the Devil,  
Who took his goods and Sons away;  
but could we count him civil,  
Because he left him still his Nurse,  
Oh no! he left her for a curse,  
she was his greatest evil.   

A woman once was hanged on a Tree,  
and some the Rope were cutting,  
Diogenes this sight did see,  
and spoke unto them strutting  
Would every Tree such fruit would bear,  
If so, fond fools those young men are,  
that e'er would go a nutring.   

A Thief once road up Holborn-hill,  
towards Oliver Cromwell's Palace;  
A Maid that bore him some good will,  
had begged him from the Gallows,  
Ah no, (quoth he) I'll go to the Gibb,  
And not be a Slave to my own rib,  
drive on the Cart-good fellows.   

Marriage is Honourable indeed,  
but tell me what's house keeping  
It makes the good man's Pockets bleed;  
his purse is always weeping,  
Nay more, he's always full of care,  
Whilst he that is a Bachelor,  
Is fast and sound sleeping,   
 

A Froward woman takes delight,  
to see her Husband-vexed,  
Both morning, evening, noon and night,  
the poor man is perplexed,  
She brawls and scolds, she frowns and pouts  
And to her speeches scoffs and stouts,  
are ever more annexed.   

Though he hath been at work all day,  
as hard as he is able  
Yet when he comes home without delay,  
she bids him rock the Cradle,  
And if he doth the same refuse,  
The dirty Quean will him abuse,  
and beat him with the Ladle.   

He cannot quietly rest in bed,  
but every little season,  
The Child doth cry and must be sed,  
and then she saith 'tis reason,  
That he should do't, and let her sleep,  
The poor man he must silence keep,  
for talking would be Treason.   

Then certainly a Bachelor's life,  
is a most precious Treasure  
He that doth suddenly marry a wife,  
will surely repent it at leisure  
For when he hath been snubed and curbed  
And almost all the night disturbed,  
Yet must he rise at her pleasure.   

Robin (quoth she) 'tis time to rise,  
and thumps him on the shoulder,  
The Hog's wants swilling in the sties,  
at length she speaketh bolder:  
Calling him Fool and Loggerhead  
And with her feet quite out of the bed,  
she thrusts the poor householder,   

And therefore he that weds a mate,  
is like a horse in a Tether,  
Marriage and hanging go by fate,  
and therefore choose you whether,  
For the three destinies have spun  
Knots for Hymen and for Dun,  
then let them go together.   

Man is a little world of himself,  
and therefore wanteth nothing,  
He needs not care for worldly pelf,  
so he have food and clothing,  
And marriage is a fickle thing,  
Which sometime doth in love begin,  
and often ends in loathing,   

And therefore I will single live,  
in spite of lust and passion,  
Pure Virgins good examples give,  
and worth our imitation  
For before Matrimony arose,  
The mode of wearing yellow hose,  
and horns were out of fashion.   

And lastly to conclude my song,  
vain joy is but a Bubble,  
A double heart, and a double tongue  
hath styled the world with trouble●  
And therefore to avoid all strife,  
'Tis best to lead a single life,  
we will have nothing double.   
Finis.   

London printed for F, G. on Snow-hill