A woman is like a horse: He who can drive her is her master. |
Divorce is the sacrament of adultery. |
The tears of the adulteress are ever ready to be shed. |
Where all adulterers to wear grey coats, the cloth would be dear. |
When a woman is openly bad she is then at her best. |
Not all who make love make marriages. |
It is not economical to go to bed early to save the candles if the result is twins. |