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.