The flower's are gone when the Fruits appear to ripen.
Yes, I am proud; I must be proud to see Men not afraid of God, afraid of me.
You eat, in dreams, the custard of the day.
She who ne'er answers till a husband cools, Or, if she rules him, never shows she rules; Charms by accepting, by submitting, sways, Yet has her humor most, when she obeys.
Virtue she finds too painful an endeavour, content to dwell in decencies for ever.
By flatterers besieged And so obliging that he ne'er obliged.