The Contented Cuckold

A cuckold, it is thought a most reproachful name.
Tho' wives commit the fault, yet husbands bear the blame;
'Tis easy for a woman a little slip to make,
And if it were uncommon, how many heads would ache?

I'll give my wife her humour if she but give me mine,
And if I feel a tumour I never shall repine
If she a cuckold make me, I'll pay her in her kind,
And may the devil take me if e'er I lag behind.
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