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The Fifteen Comforts of Matrimony: Responses From Women is a compelling anthology that presents diverse voices reflecting on the multifaceted nature of marriage through the lens of female experience. Each contribution marries personal narrative with social commentary, illustrating how the institution of matrimony intersects with themes of love, labor, and identity. The collection weaves together varying literary styles'Äîfrom lyrical prose to poignant anecdotes'Äîinviting readers to engage with the complexities and paradoxes of conjugal life within contemporary society. This volume not only showcases the unique perspectives of women but also situates their experiences within broader societal contexts, challenging traditional notions of marriage. The compilation features contributions from various authors, each bringing their unique backgrounds and insights to the subject. Drawing from their personal journeys, these women articulate stories shaped by cultural expectations, professional ambitions, and personal relationships. Many are seasoned writers whose careers have focused on themes of gender, society, and personal identity, enabling them to dissect the comforts and challenges inherent in matrimony with both depth and authenticity. Readers seeking a nuanced exploration of marriage will find The Fifteen Comforts of Matrimony both enlightening and relatable. This anthology not only serves as a literary reflection on matrimony but also acts as a mirror to societal norms, making it a must-read for anyone interested in contemporary issues surrounding gender and relationships.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2019
Printed in the Year, 1706.
Indeed we the Ladies of Pleasures, and those that stile themselves Procurers in Love Affairs, highly resent the late Paper put out against our Profession and bespattering of us for using only our own; but since it is the Way of the World for most Men to be inclinable to love Lac'd Mutton, I think it is their Duty to resent the Affront with us so much, as to Satyrize the Author of the Fifteen Comforts of Whoring, who without is some young bashful Effeminate Fool or another, that knows not how to say Boh to a Goose; or some old suffocated old Wretch so far pass'd his Labour, that he scolds for Madness that he cannot give a buxom young Lass her Benevolence; or else he may an hundred to one be one of Captain Risby's Fraternity, and so must needs be a Woman Hater by Course. But let him be what he will, so long as our Impudence is Case-harden'd we value not his Reflections, and therefore will not leave our Vocation tho' Claps and Poxes shou'd be our Portion every Day for according to an eminent Whore now Deceas'd,
Clap, clap ye Whores, Clap as Clap can, Some Clap to Women, we'll Clap the Men.
No sooner does a Maid arrive to Years, And she the Pleasures of Conjunction hears, But strait her Maidenhead a Tip-toe runs, To get her like, in Daughters or in Sons; Upon some jolly Lad she casts her Eye, And with some am'rous Gestures by the by; She gives him great Encouragement to take His fill of Love, and swears that for his sake She soon shall Die; which makes the Youth so hot To get about the Maiden's Honey-pot, That promising her Marriage and the like, They both a Bargain very quickly Strike; [*?] Rubbers often take till she does prove With Child, then she bids adieu to Love; And e're she's brought to Bed away does Creep, For fear he should the Wenche's Urchin keep.
Now when a Maid has crackt her Maidenhead, By being once or twice (Sir) brought to Bed, Her Credit then's so broke that all her Wit, And Policy cannot a Husband get; But yet not being out of Heart she Cries, From Marriage keeping I shall be more wise, For if he's not a Fool he soon will find, I had before I'd him to some been kind, Then how he'd call me arrant Bitch and Whore, And Swear some Stallion had been there before; Then leave me, Wherefore I will single Live, And my Invention to decoying give, For as I was by fickle Man betray'd, So Men by me too shall be Bubbles made, Till the dull Sots clandestine Means do take, In robbing Masters,for a Strumpets sake, For which if they shou'd at the Gallows Swing, Their End I'd in some merry Ditty Sing.
What tho' of Whoring it is the mishap, Sometimes for him that Ruts to get a Clap, Or an Invetrate Pox which may expose His private Sports by Eating off his Nose; How many by hard Drinking will Roar out With Aches, Rheumatism's or the Gout, When in that gorging, guzling, tipling Sin There is not half the Pleasure, that there's in, The soft Embraces of a Woman who Altho' she is not to one Moral true, Does strive to please your height of amorous Lust, With such a ravishing and pleasing Gust, That wou'd an Eunuch tempt to tast the same, But that he Tools does want to play the Game.