A thing that no man will, his thankës, 1840 held. 1841 Thus say’st thou, lorel, 1842 when thou go’st to bed, And that no wise man needeth for to wed, Nor no man that intendeth unto heaven. With wildë thunder dint 1843 and fiery leven 1844 Motë 1845 thy wicked neckë be to-broke. Thou say’st, that dropping houses, and eke smoke, And chiding wivës, makë men to flee Out of their owne house; ah! ben’dicite , What aileth such an old man for to chide? Thou say’st, we wivës will our vices hide, Till we be fast,