A _Widow_ had a mind to _Marry_.
Well! says a _Widow_ in Confidence to a Friend of her’s. I am Utterly
Undone for want of a Sober, Provident _Husband_, to look after my Estate;
and there’s No bodies Advice that I had rather have then Yours. But
pray, will you take This Along with you too; that for the Course, Common
Bus’ness of Matrimony, as I am an Honest Woman, the very Thought on’t
turns my Stomach; Very well, says the Confident, and now I know Your
Mind, it shall go Hard but I’ll Fit ye. The Good Woman went her way for
the Present, and the Next Day came to her again, quite Overjoy’d that she
had found out a Man so Absolutely for her Turn. I have Provided ye a Man
(says she) of Industry and Integrity; and one that Perfectly Understands
all sorts of Bus’ness; and then for Turning Your Stomach, My Life for
Yours, Madam, he’s not in a Condition to give you any Qualms That way.
_Away, Ye Fool You_, says she; _I Hate the Infirmity, though I Love the
Virtue_.
The MORAL.
_Women are All of a Make, and in some Things, most of them in a Mind.
One Woman feels Another Womans Pulse in her Own Veins; and there’s_ no
Halting before Cripples.