A _Taylor_ and his _Wife_.
There happen’d a Grievous Quarrel once betwixt a _Taylor_ and his _Wife_.
The Woman in Contempt of his Trade called her Husband _Pricklouse_;
he gave her a Box o’the Ear for’t, which served only to make her more
Outragious. When this would do no good, he set her up to the Chin in a
_Horse-Pond_; but so long as her Tongue was at Liberty, there was not a
Word to be got from her but the same Nick-Name in Derision over and over
again. Well (says he to himself,) there’s no way I perceive to Quiet
this Woman but by stopping of her Mouth, and so he had her Duck’d next
bout over Head and Ears. When she was under Water, and could call him
_Pricklouse_ no longer with her Lips, she held up her Hands over her
Head, and did it with her Thumbs by the Knicking of her Nails; and when
he saw that once, he was e’en glad to give her over.
The MORAL.
_The last Two Things that die in an Impetuous Woman, are her Tongue and
her Stomach, when she cannot have her Will._