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?

No retreat. No retreat. They must conquer or die who've no retreat.

Fools may our scorn, not envy, raise. For envy is a kind of praise.

Woman's mind Oft' shifts her passions, like th'inconstant wind; Sudden she rages, like the troubled main, Now sinks the storm, and all is calm again.

One common fate we both must prove; You die with envy, I with love.

I know you lawyers can with ease, Twist words and meanings as you please; That language, by your skill made pliant, Will bend to favour every client; That 'tis the fee directs the sense, To make out either side's pretense.

Youth's the season made for joys, Love is then our duty.