My Wife, Who, Poor Wretch,

Strange To Say What Delight We Married People Have To See These Poor Fools Decoyed Into Our Condition.

Fight The Good Fight; And Always Call To Mind That It Is Not You Who Are Mortal, But This Body Of Ours. For Your True Being Is Not Discerned By Perceiving Your Physical Appearance. But 'what A Man's Mind Is, That Is What He Is' Not That Individual Human Shape That We Identify Through Our Senses.

I Find My Wife Hath Something In Her Gizzard, That Only Waits An Opportunity Of Being Provoked To Bring Up; But I Will Not, For My Content-sake, Give It.

However, Music And Women I Cannot But Give Way To, Whatever My Business Is.

Poorpeoplestaying Intheir Houses Aslong Astill Thevery Fire Touched Them, And Then Running Into Boats Or Clambering From One Pair Of Stair By The Waterside To Another. And Among Other Things, The Poor Pigeons I Perceive Were Loath To Leave Their Houses, But Hovered About The Windows And Balconies Till They Were Some Of Them Burned, Their Wings, And Fell Down.