There is a promise made in any bed
I cannot speak but I am doubted, every moment judged for lies, as though I come into a court when I come into this house!
I have given you my soul; leave me my name!
Let you look to your own improvement before you go to judge your husband anymore.
I should have roared you down when first you told me your suspicion. But I wilted, and like a Christian, I confessed. Confessed! Some dream I had must have mistaken you for God that day.