She that eates hir breakfast in hir bed
and is till none a dressing of hir head
And all Dinner longe doth sit like a bride
And all the day after thinkes of nothing but pride
God may doe much in his mercy to saue hir
But wooe to the man yt is bound to haue hir.
Calendared note from MS Ashmole 211, p. 509 (middle part of page)

