What rein can hold licentious wickedness, when down the hill he holds his fierce career?—Shakespeare.
Wife.—Thy wife is a constellation of virtues; she's the moon, and thou art the man in the moon.—Congreve.
A light wife doth make a heavy husband.—Shakespeare.
O woman! thou knowest the hour when the goodman of the house will return, when the heat and burden of the day are past; do not let him at such time, when he is weary with toil and jaded with discouragement, find upon his coming to his habitation that the foot which should hasten to meet him is wandering at a distance, that the soft hand which should wipe the sweat from his brow is knocking at the door of other houses.—Washington Irving.
Her pleasures are in the happiness of her family.—Rousseau.
Hanging and wiving goes by destiny.—Shakespeare.
The wife safest and seemliest by her husband stays.—Milton.
Will.—In the schools of the wrestling master, when a boy falls he is bidden to get up again, and to go on wrestling day by day till he has acquired strength; and we must do the same, and not be like those poor wretches who, after one failure, suffer themselves to be swept along as by a torrent. You need but will, and it is done; but if you relax your efforts, you will be ruined; for ruin and recovery are both from within.—Epictetus.
Winter.—After summer ever more succeeds the barren winter with his nipping cold.—Shakespeare.
Winter binds our strengthened bodies in a cold embrace constringent.—Thomson.