THE HUSBAND

  Nay Sir nay :he is such  a man

How should I tell you.

No : not  a word : he can

And would buy gorgeous clothes new

And gold and jewels and ruby red.

Not to talk of his mansion old

With matrons six and hounds three,

and garden with rapturous water free

Below the old orchids , with ever standing

white Lisa .

For hours I talk and he listens

My dizzy dreams, sometimes  he

Whispers in his honeyed voice .

Most of all he loves me so,

Believe me sir : her mistress told me

 Herself a while ago.