How happy's the Husband, whose Wife has been try'd!
Not damn'd to the Bed of an ignorant Bride!
Secure of what's left, he ne'er misses the rest
But where there's enough, supposes a Feast;
So foreknowing the Cheat
He escapes the Deceit
And in spite of the Curse, resolves to be blest

If Children are Blessings, his Comfort's the more
Whose Spouse has been known to be fruitful before;
And the Boy that she brings ready made to his Hand
May stand him instead, for an Heir to his Land
Shou'd his own prove a Sot
When he's lawfully got
As when e'er 'tis so, if he don't, I'll be hang'd