First there’s a Cuckolde called One and None,

Which foole, from fortune hath receiv’d such favour

He hath a wife for beutie stands alone,

Grac’d with good carriage, and most sweete behaviour

Nature so bounteous hath her gifts extended.

From head to foote ther’s nothing to be mended.

Besides, she is as perfect chast, as faire,

But being married to a jealous asse,

He vowes she hornes him, for he feeles a paire

Have bin a growing ever since last grasse,

No contrary perswasions hee’l indure,

But’s wife is faire and hee’s a Cuckolde sure.