They have no single hardship, no disease;
And yet they are complaining without end.
And Xenarchus, in his Sleep, says—
Are then the grasshoppers not happy, say you?
When they have wives who cannot speak a word.
And Philetærus, in his Corinthiast, says—
O Jupiter, how soft and bland an eye
The lady has! 'Tis not for nothing we
Behold the temple of Hetæra here;
But there is not one temple to a wife