Man and wife, Coupled together for the sake of strife.
Ourselves are to ourselves the cause of ill.
The laws I love; the lawyers I suspect.
The proud will sooner lose than ask their way.
Little do such men know the toil, the pains, the daily, nightly racking of the brains, to range the thoughts, the matter to digest, to cull fit phrases, and reject the rest.
Nor waste their sweetness in the desert air.