Classic Poem

He that would faine reduce an high borne Wife
Vnto the Compasse of his meane estate,
Must not at first, stick for a little Strife,
To make his peace to haue the longer Date:
For, as some Curtall ouer-lusty Mares,
Then Water them, wherein they seeing it,
Let fall their Crest, sith their Tail so ill fares,
That Fooles, and Asses ride them without Bit:
So, from the Colon to the Period
Of this Similitude , what should ensue
Is eas'ly gest: But ah, I am forbod
By high-borne Wiues, low matchd, to tell it you:
But, by their leaues this must I needs affirme,
A Ring, too wide, wel bow'd doth sit more firme