One Wife Is Too Much For Most

A Man Is Always Afraid Of A Woman That Loves Him Too Much

From Kings To Cobblers 'tis The Same; Bad Servants Wound Their Masters' Fame.

One Common Fate We Both Must Prove; You Die With Envy, I With Love.

What Then In Love Can Woman Do? If We Grow Fond They Shun Us. And When We Fly Them, They Pursue: But Leave Us When They've Won Us.

Is There No Hope? The Sick Man Said, The Silent Doctor Shook His Head, And Took His Leave With Signs Of Sorrow, Despairing Of His Fee To-morrow.