The ungentle converse of a husband rude
In manners, in his person rude, to die
Were rather to be wished."
"If well accorded, the connubial state
From all its strings speaks perfect harmony;
If ill at home, abroad the harsh notes jar,
And with rude discord wound the ear of peace."
"For women are by nature formed
To feel some consolation when their tongue
Gives utterance to the afflictions they endure."