Their words conceal a mindless sloth Those twisted words and smoke they blow
They hide behind their clergy cloth
Most men are bastards, that I know
They play their games of politics
That we should hear them when they crow
And pray out loud like Catholics
Most men are bastards, that I know
The one I married was a fool
Who sold my virtue to bestow
A sense of freedom that was cruel
Most men are bastards, that I know
Their words conceal a mindless sloth
Most men are bastards, that I know
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Almost all men are bastards. This would seem to be the hypothesis of Laetitia Pilkington’s Memoirs, and not solely with reference to her rebarbative husband, Matthew. But he was the worst of a bad bunch. Matthew Pilkington, poet and clergyman, was also an Irish specimen of what Henry Fielding called “the modern husband”, in a comedy of that name. That is, Matthew sought to profit from his wife’s body by proxy, hoping that a rich friend would cuckold him, for a reasonable price – or, when Laetitia failed to succumb, that he could be rid of her by catching such a friend in the act of cuckolding him. Divorce would almost certainly favour the innocent, injured party.
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