Lord Lyttleton.    

	And to thy husband’s will
	Thine shall submit; he over thee shall rule.

Milton.    

	I will attend my husband, be his nurse,
	Diet his sickness, for it is my office.

Shakespeare.    

	With thee goes
	Thy husband, him to follow thou art bound;
	Where he abides, think there thy native soil.

Milton.    

	To all married men, be this a caution,
	Which they should duly tender as their life,
	Neither to doat too much, nor doubt a wife.

Massinger.    

	As the husband is, the wife is:
	Thou art mated with a clown,
	And the grossness of his nature
	Will have weight to drag thee down.

Tennyson.    

	The wife, where danger or dishonour lurks,
	Safest and seemliest by her husband stays,
	Who guards her, or with her the worst endures.

Milton.    

Farquhar.    

	Marry! no, faith; husbands are like lots in
	The lottery, you may draw forty blanks
	Before you find one that has any prize
	In him; a husband generally is a
	Careless domineering thing, that grows like
	Coral; which as long as it is under water
	Is soft and tender; but as soon
	As it has got its branch above the waves
	Is presently hard, stiff, not to be bow’d.

Marston.    

	Know then,
	As women owe a duty—so do men.
	Men must be like the branch and bark to trees,
	Which doth defend them from tempestuous rage;—
	Clothe them in winter, tender them in age,
	Or as ewes’ love unto their eanlings lives;
	Such should be husbands’ custom to their wives.
	If it appears to them they’ve strayed amiss,
	They only must rebuke them with a kiss;
	Or cluck them as hens’ chickens, with kind call,
	Cover them under their wing, and pardon all.

Wilkins.