Who to a woman trusts his peace of mind, Trusts a frail bark, with a tempestuous wind. - George Granville

Go then, Patroclus, where thy glory calls.

Mankind, from Adam, have been women's fools;
Women, from Eve, have been the devil's tools:
Heaven might have spar'd one torment when we fell;
Not left us woman, or not threatened hell.

In quiet shades, content with rural sports,
Give me a life, remote from guilty courts,
Where free from hopes, or fears, in humble ease,
Unheard of I may live, and die in peace.