Of late a deare and loving friend of mine,

That all his time a Gallant youth had bene,

From mirth to melancholy did decline,

Looking exeeding pale, leane, poore, and thin,

I ask’d the cause he brought me through the streete,

Unto his house, and there hee let me see,

A woman proper, faire, wise and discreete

And said behould, heer’s that hath tamed mee,

Hath this (quoth I,) can such a wife do so?

Lord how is he tam’d then, that hath a shrow.