Upon a time the amiable Bill Hawkins,
Married a fair wife, demure and of chaste repute,
Keeping closely from her, however,
Any knowledge of the manner of man he had been.
Upon the nuptial night,
Awakening and finding himself couched with a woman,
As had happened on divers occasions,
He arose and dressed and departed,
Leaving at the couch’s side four goodly coins.
But in the street,
Remembering the occasion and his present estate of marriage,
He returned with a haste of no–dignity,
Filled with emotions of an entirely disturbing nature,
Fear that his wife should discover his absence,
And place evil construction upon it, being uppermost.
Entering stealthily, then, with the toes of the leopard,
With intention of quickly disrobing,
And rejoining the forsaken bride,
He perceived her sitting erect on the couch,
Biting shrewdly, with a distressing air of experience,
At one of the coins.