Bad luck to him who second came to wed!
The first I blame not; home a wife he led
Not knowing what a curse a wife might prove,
What deadly feuds oft spring from miscalled love.
But he who married next, in haste unwise
Rushed to his fate with fully opened eyes.
Alexis
Your Sophists say, it is not Love almighty
That roams on wings, but lovers that are flighty.
Love wrongly bears the blame; ’twas one who knew