Quoth Richard in jest looking wistly at Nelly, <br />Methinks child you seem something round in the belly. <br />Nell answer'd him snappishly, how can that be, <br />When my husband has been more than two years at sea? <br />Thy husband! quoth Dick, why that matter was carried <br />Most secretly, Nell; I ne'er thought thou wert married.<br /><br />Matthew Prior<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-sailor-s-wife/
