He is a fool who thinks by force or skill,
To turn the current of a woman's will.

He is a fool who thinks by force or skill,
To turn the current of a woman's will.

Now, my sere fancy "falls into the yellow
Leaf," and imagination droops her pinion;
And the sad read more

Now, my sere fancy "falls into the yellow
Leaf," and imagination droops her pinion;
And the sad truth, which hovers o'er my desk,
Turns what was once romantic to burlesque.

The wife is the key of the house.

The wife is the key of the house.

Hold their nose to the grindstone.

Hold their nose to the grindstone.

A Marchant that gaines not, looseth.

A Marchant that gaines not, looseth.

That's the best gowne that goes up and downe the house.

That's the best gowne that goes up and downe the house.

It's a poore sport that's not worth the candle.
[It is a poor sport that is not worth the read more

It's a poore sport that's not worth the candle.
[It is a poor sport that is not worth the candle.]

I found not Cassio's kisses on her lips.

I found not Cassio's kisses on her lips.

Wine makes all sorts of creatures at table.

Wine makes all sorts of creatures at table.