Yet strove his weeping spouse to cheer:
Don’t be cast down, said he, my dear!
[p28]
Consider! we have one stake more.
We’ll wish of wealth an endless store,
And you shall have such gay rich clothes,
That folks won’t think about your nose:
Nay, it will ornament your face,
When cover’d with a golden case:
Therefore, my dearest, calm your passion!
We’ll say nose-jewels are the fashion.