Now in his house this Phoebus had a wife
For whom he had more love than for his life,
And whom both night and day with diligence
He sought to please and show due reverence,
Except (to tell the truth) that he was zealous
To keep her under watch, for he was jealous.
A fellow tricked he didn't want to be,
As any man would feel of his degree;
But it's in vain, such effort is for naught.