“Nor dread them not, nor do them reverence; For though thine husband armed be in mail, The arrows of thy crabbed eloquence Shall pierce his breast, and eke his aventail; 2734 In jealousy I rede 2735 eke thou him bind, And thou shalt make him couch 2736 as doth a quail.

“If thou be fair, where folk be in presénce Shew thou thy visage and thine apparail: If thou be foul, be free of thy dispence; To get thee friendës aye do thy travail: Be aye of cheer as light as leaf on lind, 2737 And let him care, and weep, and wring, and wail.”