A _Wife_ and a _Drunken Husband_.
A Woman that lay under the Mortification of a _Fudling Husband_, took him
once when he was Dead Drunk; and had his Body lay’d in a Charnel-House.
By the time that she thought he might be come to Himself again, away goes
she, and Knocks at the Door. Who’s There? (says the _Toper_) One, says
the Woman, that brings Meat for the Dead. Friend, says he, Bring me Drink
rather. I wonder any Body that Knows me, should bring me One without
T’other. Nay then, says she, the Humour I perceive has taken Possession
of him; He has gotten a Habit, and his Case is Desperate.
The MORAL.
_Inveterate Ill Habits become Another Nature to us, and we may almost as
well be Taken to Pieces, and New put together again, as Mended._