Lo, here hath Nature plainly domination,
And appetite renounceth education.

A she-wolf likewise hath a villain's kind:
The worst and roughest wolf that she can find,
Or least of reputation, will she wed,
When the time comes to make her marriage-bed.

But misinterpret not my speech, I pray;
All this of men, not women, do I say;
For men it is, that come and spoil the lives
Of such, as but for them, would make good wives.
They leave their own wives, be they never so fair,
Never so true, never so debonair,
And take the lowest they may find, for change.
Flesh, the fiend take it, is so given to range,
It never will continue, long together,
Contented with good, steady, virtuous weather.

This Phoebus, while on nothing ill thought he,
Jilted he was, for all his jollity;
For under him, his wife, at her heart's-root,
Another had, a man of small repute,
Not worth a blink of Phoebus; more's the pity;
Too oft it falleth so, in court and city.
This wife, when Phoebus was from home one day,
Sent for her lemman then, without delay.
Her lemman!--a plain word, I needs must own;
Forgive it me; for Plato hath laid down,
The word must suit according with the deed;