But O ben Coue what if we be clyd, / Long we cannot foist & nip at last we shall be spyed, / If that we be spied, O then begins our woe, / With the Harman beake out and alas, / To Wittington we goe.

My gear is stupid fly.

One mite wrung from the lab'rer's hands Shall buy and sell the miser's lands;

Women are worker bees; males are drones. Lionesses do the hunting to feed their cubs and their father; apesses do all the child-rearing. Male animals are conspicuously less busy than females, yet somehow the human male has convinced the human female that he, not she, is the worker.