Ne dreed hem nat; doth hem no reverence,
For though thyn housbonde armed be in maille,
The arwes of thy crabbed eloquence
Shal perce his brest and eek his aventaille.
In jalousie I rede eek thou hym bynde,
And thou shalt make hym couche as doth a quaille.

– Geoffrey Chaucer

The Canterbury Tales, The Clerk’s Tale. Following the Clerk’s Tale the "Envoy de Chaucer" advises wives to neither fear husbands nor do them reverence. For though their husbands may be armed in mail, the arrows of their shrewish eloquence will pierce his breast, he says. And he advocates wives use jealousy as a weapon to make their man cower like a quail. There is nice use of metaphor and simile in this passage, a passage worthy of the Wife of Bath!