In plaine termes thus, the Spirit that I meane,

His martiall wife that notable curst queane,

No other weapons but her nailes or fist,

Poore patient Idiot he dares not resist,

His neighbor once would borrow but his knife,

Good neighbor stay (quoth he) ile aske my wife:

Once came he home inspired in the head,

He found his neighbor and his wife a bed,

Yet durst not sturre, but hide him in a hole,

He feared to displease his wife poore soule.