"The Husband of the Bee-bred Wife is best, Free only of the Faults of all the rest She makes her Mate’s Life Long and fresh, and either One to the other deare, grow old together. Mother of a renown’d and lovely Race, Mong all her sex excells, such divine grace Environs her; she likes not sitting at Meetings of Women for Venemous chat. Wise Jove to Mortalls grants Wifes nature’d thus, When he to them will be propitious. Yet by Jove’s Plot, the other Sorts beside Bee too, and among Men alas! abide, For he of Ills hath This most miserable Ordain’d, that Women, though they profitable Sometimes appeare, their Owner’s greatest crosse Yet prove: for never can the man engrosse One whole Dayes mirth, who with Life’s punishment<,> A wife, resides. Nor shall he ere prevent Domestic want and Famine, whilst that he Fosters this Family-foe, Gods enemy. Yea when a Man’s most Joviall, whether he Contemplates Gods or mens gratuity, Then is the Wife, first finding what to blame, Arm’d to the fight. For where’s a haughty Dame, None ever fairely shall receive his Guest. Againe, the Woman that appeares the best Oft’s worst in proof, whilst her dull Husband yawnes; His Nighbours seeing him by Errour drawne, Laughing the while: for none failes to commend His owne, Another’s Wife to reprehend, Nor will we’ Acknowledge equall Lot; for Jove Man’s greatest Ill hath made this doting Love, And it with knot indissoluble ti’d, Since first for Wives Men fighting fondly di’d But to conclude, no better thing ere had Man than a Good Wife, none worse than a Bad."