Priest-ridden, wife-ridden, plague-ridden

Priest-ridden, wife-ridden, plague-ridden,
Who escapes his lot?
Bearing, forbearing, paying, obeying,
Will ye, will ye not.
Child-ridden, tremble at my Doll's pouting:
Fortune, spare me that!
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