For if our wives should hear of our design,
Then sure am I that nothing will befall.
For once, of old we had a purpose fine
To sally forth and leave our wives behind.
We each were ready horsed, and all in line,
When they, who thought our purpose most unkind,
Within an instant snatched our reins away,
Nor left a single one. So, close confined,
We had perforce within the walls to stay.
So will it happen, and with ease, again,