Like a child who envies the freedom of his toy,
Always playing with it, even in the dream
And he will react greatly, sans an iota of joy
Whenever anyone takes that toy from him.
So is men, as steady as the rock
Always fixing their eyes on their wives
To her every act, smile, speech or work,
Apace he darts his eyes to see whom she waves.
Monopoly kills interest, neither in church nor in marriage
Although at time it does. But when he has a beautiful wife
To all her outward piety or virtues he will frown and rage
And ready to fight that bawdy cock with all his life.
Husband and wife that fill the eyes with suspicion
Bring the family to chaos, if not checked to destruction.
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