And in no wise is meet or reasonable.
Taming of the Shrew.
38. Lady.— The heavens preserve me
From that dull blessing, an obedient husband.
Tobin—Honey Moon.
39. You're tired of visits, modes, and forms,
And flatteries paid to fellow-worms;
Their conversation cloys.
Dr. Watts.
40. The spider, that weaver of cunning so deep,