Let him grieve who trusts to them.
Though full her house of linen web,
And sheets of thread spun full and fair—
A warning let it be to us—
She left her husband naked there.
Spake the prudent earl: “In sooth,
Woman’s truth you here behold,
Now let each his coffin buy
Ere his wife shall get his gold.
“When Death wrestles for his life,