The wives of hen-peck’d husbands most alwus outliv ther victims, and I hev known them to git marrid agin and git hold ov a man that time (thank the Lord!) who understood all the hen-peck dodges.
—Josh Billings.
February First
Her mourning is all make believe:
’Tis plain there’s nothing in it:
With weepers she has tipp’d her sleeve,
The while she’s laughing in it.
—Burns.
February Second
The Lord will destroy the house of the proud: but he will establish the border of the widow.