Epigram 12: Arustick swaine was cleauing of a block

Arustick swaine was cleauing of a block,
And hum he Cryes at euery pondrous knock,
His wife saies, husband wherfore hum you so?
Quoth he it makes the wedge in further goe.
When day was don, and drowsie night was come,
Being both in bed at play, she bids him hum,
Good wife (quoth he) entreat me hum no more,
For when I hum I cleaue, but now I bore.