I Can Give The Loser Leave To

But O, How Bitter A Thing It Is To Look Into Happiness Through Another Man's Eyes.

For There's No Motion That Tends To Vice In Man, But I Affirm It Is The Woman's Part.

Even Through The Hollow Eyes Of Death I Spy Life Peering.

I Have Thrust Myself Into This Maze, Haply To Wive And Thrive As Best I May.

And Nature Must Obey Necessity.