Look you, Amanda, you may build Castles in the Air, and fume, and fret, and grow thin and lean, and pale and ugly, if you please. But I tell you, no Man worth having is true to his Wife, or can be true to his Wife, or ever was, or ever will be so.
You may build castles in the air, and fume, and fret, and grow thin and lean, and pale and ugly, if you please. But I tell you, no man worth having is true to his wife, or can be true to his wife, or ever was, or will be so.
I never had but one intrigue yet: but I confess I long to have another. Pray heaven it end as the first did tho , that we may both grow weary at a time; for 'Tis a melancholy thing for lovers to outlive one another.