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The portal hinges grate,- they come-
With helm and morion, targe and shield,
wield: All march with haughty step, all proudly shake the
V OU men that are well wiued,
I And yet doe rail on fate, As though you were depriued
Thereby of happy state; Learne well to be contented
With a good wife, if you get her, For often when the old wife's dead,
Seldome comes the better,
I now haue one that's not content
With any thing I doe;
This scolds and beates mee too.
That Fortune was my debtor;
That seldome comes the better.