A Scholer newly entred marriage life
Following his studdie did offend his wife,
Because when she his company expected,
By bookish busines she was still neglected:
Comming unto his studdy, Lord (quoth she)
Can papers cause you love them more than mee:
I would I were transform’d into a Booke
That your affection might upon me looke,
But in my wish, withall be it decreed,
I would be such a Booke you love to reede,
Husband (quoth she) which books form should I take,
Marry (said hee) t’were best an Almanacke,
The reason wherefore I doe wish thee so,
Is, every yeare wee have a new you knowe.