Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 4.
Let still the woman take
An elder than herself: so wears she to him,
So sways she level in her husband's heart:
For, boy, however we do praise ourselves,
Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm,
More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn,
Than women's are.
Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 4.
Then let thy love be younger than thyself,