Than at the rumbling of a cart;
And what’s incredible, alack!
No more I hear a woman’s clack.
TO MRS. HOUGHTON OF BORMOUNT, UPON PRAISING HER HUSBAND TO DR. SWIFT
You always are making a god of your spouse;
But this neither reason nor conscience allows:
Perhaps you will say, ’tis in gratitude due,
And you adore him, because he adores you.
Your argument’s weak, and so you will find;
For you, by this rule, must adore all mankind.