Envy's a sharper spur than pay.
How happy could I be with either, Were t'other dear charmer away!
Who friendship with a knave hath made, Is judged a partner in the trade.
Fill it up. I take as large draughts of liquor as I did of love. I hate a flincher in either.
To shoot at crows is powder flung away.
Can you support the expense of a husband, hussy, in gaming, drinking and whoring? Have you money enough to carry on the daily quarrels of man and wife about who shall squander most?