Without thee I am all unblessed, And wholly blessed in thee alone.

Oh! 'tis a precious thing, when wives are dead, To find such numbers who will serve instead: And in whatever state a man be thrown, 'Tis that precisely they would wish their own.

The wife was pretty, trifling, childish, weak; She could not think, but would not cease to speak.

An undutiful Daughter will prove an unmanageable Wife.

He knows little who will tell his wife all he knows.

When I think of a merry, happy, free young girl -- and look at the ailing, aching state a young wife generally is doomed to -- which you can't deny is the penalty of marriage.