Women are Books, and Men the Readers be,
Who sometimes in those Books Erratas see;
Yet oft the Reader’s raptur’d with each Line,
Fair Print and Paper fraught with Sense divine;
Tho’ some neglectful seldom care to read,
And faithful Wives no more than Bibles heed.
Are Women Books? says Hodge, then would mine were
An Almanack, to change her every Year.
Wise men, when in doubt as to whether to speak or remain silent, give themselves the benefit of the doubt by keeping quiet.
God gave all men all earth to love, but since our hearts are small, ordained for each one spot should prove belovèd over all.
Everything that men do or think concerns the satisfaction of the needs they feel or the escape from pain.