A _Husband_ and _Wife_ twice _Marry’d_.
There happened a Match betwixt a _Widower_ and a _Widow_. The _Woman_
would be perpetually Twitting of her Second Husband, what a Man her First
was; and her _Husband_ did not forget the Ringing of it in her Ears as
often, what an Admirable Woman he had to his First Wife. As the _Woman_
was One day upon the Peevish Pin, a Poor Body comes to the Door, while
the Froward Fit was upon her, to beg a Charity. Come in Poor Man (says
the Woman) Here’s e’en the Leg of a Capon for thee, to Pray for the Soul
of my First Husband. Nay, Faith, says the Husband, and when thy Hand is
In, e’en take the Body and the Rest on’t, to pray for the Soul of My
First Wife. This was Their way of Teizing One Another, and of Starving
the Living to the Honour of the Dead: For they had but that One Capon
betwixt them to Supper.
The MORAL.
Sauce for a Goose is Sauce for a Gander. _There’s no Contending with the
Laws of God and Man, Especially against Those that have Power and Right
on their Sides._