Each has brought somehow trouble, is somehow cause
Of pains enough,—even though no worse were proved.
Here is a husband, cannot rule his wife
Without provoking her to scream and scratch
And scour the fields,—causelessly, it may be:
Here is that wife,—who makes her sex our plague,
Wedlock, our bugbear,—perhaps with cause enough:
And here is the truant priest o' the trio, worst
Or best—each quality being conceivable.
Let us impose a little mulct on each.