The Author to his wife, of too much stomack

LAte hauing been a fishing at the Foord,
And bringing home with me my dish of Trouts
Your minde that while, did cast some causelesse doubts
For while that meat was set vpon the boord,
You sullen silent, fed your selfe with powts.
I twice sent for you, but you sent me word,
How that you had no stomack to your meat.
Well I fear'd more, your stomack was too great.