My wife's not some doobie to be passed around! I took a vow on our wedding day to bogart her for life.
Nor can one word be chang'd but for a worse.
I didn't lie! I just created fiction with my mouth!
Two urns on Jove's high throne have ever stood, the source of evil one, and one of good; from thence the cup of mortal man he fills, blessings to these, to those distributes ills; to most he mingles both.
No trust is to be placed in women.
Even were sleep is concerned, too much is a bad thing.