C'est un méchant moyen de se faire aimer de quelqu'un que de lui faire violence. - Molière

We have but one death, and it lasts so long!

Aris. Certainly, your prudence is excessively rare. Are you not ashamed of your want of firmness? and is it possible for a man to be so weak as to leave his wife absolute power, and not dare to attack what she has resolved upon? Ch. Good Heavens! brother, you speak very easily of it, but you do not know how noise troubles me. I am very fond of rest, peace, and tranquillity, and my wife is terrible in her tempers.

He said that woman is like the ivy-vine,
Which, clinging to its oak, grows lush and tall,
But, lacking that support, can't thrive at all.