The third is he that knowes women are weake,

And therefore they are dayly apt to fall,

Words of unkindnesse their kind hearts may breake,

They are but flesh and therefore sinners all,

His wife is not the first hath trod a wry,

Amongst his neighbours he as bad can spye.

What can he helpe it if his wife do ill,

But take it as his crosse and be content,

For quietnesse he lets her have her will,

When shee is old perhaps she will repent,

Let every one amend their one bad life,

Th’are knaves and queans that medle with his wife.