The following lines about her are written in the Third Book of The Maidens’ Chiabrena: She saw her husband dear his armour don, Save for the codpiece: he on battle bent. ‘I am afraid,’ said she, ‘It may get dent! ‘That part I love the best put something on!’ What! For such words should she be set upon? No, no, I say: she was concerned for it, Afraid of harm for that which she did long: That goodly part, her nicest tasty bit.
