Without these luxuries, a wife
They scornfully decline.
For Benedick's life of manly strife
The fops are far too fine."
"The Season's come," the Tater said,
"To write of many things:
Of frocks—and socks—and needle-work—
And babes—and bonnet-strings;
But all the lot talk utter rot.
Let the fools have their flings!