This carpenter had wedded new a wife, Which that he loved morë than his life: Of eighteen year, I guess, she was of age. Jealous he was, and held her narr’w in cage, For she was wild and young, and he was old, And deemed himself bélike 952 a cuckóld. He knew not Cato, 953 for his wit was rude, That bade a man wed his similitude. Men shouldë wedden after their estate, For youth and eld 954 are often at debate. But since that he was fallen in the snare, He must endure (as other folk) his care.