But no Man sure e'er left his House,
And saddl'd , with Thoughts so wild,
To bring a Midwife to his Spouse,
Before He knew She was with Child.
And no Man ever reapt his Corn,
Or from the Oven drew his Bread,
E'er Hinds and Bakers yet were born,
That taught him both to Sow, and Knead.
Before They're ask'd, can Maids refuse?
Can — Pray, says , hold in your Muse.
While You  Truths rehearse;
She hobbles in  Verse.
Verse?  reply'd: is that my Care?
Go on, quoth , soft and fair.