And saw him all alonë belly naked, God of his greatë goodness saidë then, Let us now make a help unto this man Like to himself; and then he made him Eve. Here may ye see, and hereby may ye preve, 2774 That a wife is man’s help and his comfórt, His paradise terrestre and his disport. So buxom 2775 and so virtuous is she, They mustë needës live in unity; One flesh they be, and one blood, as I guess, With but one heart in weal and in distress. A wife? Ah! Saint Marý, ben’dicite , How might a man have any adversity That hath a wife? certes I cannot say The bliss the which that is betwixt them tway, There may no tongue it tell, or heartë think. If he be poor, she helpeth him to swink; 2776 She keeps his good, and wasteth never a deal;