The cuckold's lamentation of a bad wife : He is tormented, and she tanns his hide, he knows not how to live, nor where to abide; besides she makes him for to wear the horn, and he wishes that he never had been born: to all young batchelours now he does declare, when they goe a wooing for to have a care, there's [sic] is many maids good, but some proves evil, his luck was bad, he met with a she-devil. To the tune of The country farmer. O, Why are my eyes still flow---ing. (Printed for P. Brooksby at the Golden Ball in Pye-corner,, 1670)