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Honour Is Virtue's Allowed Ascent: Honour That Clasps All Perfect Justice In Her Arms; That Craves No More Respect Than That She Gives; That Does Nothing But What She'll Suffer.

And, 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.

He That Would Govern Others, First Should Be The Master Of Himself.

Nor Custom, Nor Example, Nor Cast Numbers Of Such As Do Offend, Make Less The Sin.

The Sum Of All That Makes A Just Man Happy Consists In The Well Choosing Of His Wife: And There, Well To Discharge It, Does Require Equality Of Years, Of Birth, Of Fortune; For Beauty Being Poor, And Not Cried Up By Birth Or Wealth, Can Truly Mix With Neither. And Wealth, When There's Such Difference In Years, And Fair Descent, Must Make The Yoke Uneasy.