Give Obedience Where 'tis Truly Owed.

Our Fancies Are More Giddy And Unfirm, More Longing, Wavering, Sooner Lost And Won, Than Women's Are.

No, No, I Am But Shadow Of Myself: You Are Deceived, My Substance Is Not Here.

I Crave Fit Disposition For My Wife; Due Reference Of Place, And Exhibition; With Such Accommodation, And Besort, As Levels With Her Breeding.

For They Are Yet Ear-kissing Arguments.

Tis A Happy Thing To Be The Father Unto Many Sons.