“My dearë love,” quoth she, “O my Dan John, Full lief 3726 were me this counsel for to hide, But out it must, I may no more abide. My husband is to me the worstë man That ever was since that the world began; But since I am a wife, it sits 3727 not me To tellë no wight of our privity, Neither in bed, nor in none other place: God shield 3728 I shouldë tell it for his grace; A wifë shall not say of her husbánd But all honoúr, as I can understand; Save unto you thus much I tellë shall; As help me God, he is nought worth at all, In no degree, the value of a fly. But yet me grieveth most his niggardý. 3729 And well ye wot, that women naturally Desire thingës six, as well as I.