Having said thus he vanished away and left this usurer in great terror of mind; and for fear of being frighted again with this ghost, he turned very liberal, and lived amongst his neighbours as an honest man should do. HOW ROBIN GOOD-FELLOW LOVED A WEAVER'S WIFE, AND HOW THE WEAVER WOULD HAVE DROWNED HIM One day Robin Good-fellow, walking through the street, found at the door sitting a pretty woman: this woman was wife to the weaver, and was a-winding of quills[9] for her husband. Robin liked her so well, that for her sake he became servant to her husband, and did daily work at the loom; but all the kindness that he showed was but lost, for his mistress would show him no favour, which made him many times to exclaim against the whole sex in satirical songs; and one day being at work he sung this, to the tune of _Rejoice Bag-pipes_-- Why should my love now wax Unconstant, wavering, fickle, unstaid? With nought can she me tax: I ne'er recanted what I once said. I now do see, as nature fades, And all her works decay, So women all, wives, widows, maids, From bad to worse do stray. As herbs, trees, roots, and plants In strength and growth are daily less, So all things have their wants: The heavenly signs move and digress; And honesty in women's hearts Hath not her former being: Their thoughts are ill, like other parts, Nought else in them's agreeing. I sooner thought thunder Had power o'er the laurel wreath, Than she, women's wonder, Such perjured thoughts should live to breathe. They all hyena-like will weep, When that they would deceive: Deceit in them doth lurk and sleep, Which makes me thus to grieve. Young man's delight, farewell; Wine, women, game, pleasure, adieu: Content with me shall dwell; I'll nothing trust but what is true. Though she were false, for her I'll pray; Her falsehood made me blest: I will renew from this good day My life by sin opprest.