XVIII.

Their jealousy (if they are ever jealous)

Is of a fair complexion altogether,

Not like that sooty devil of Othello's,

Which smothers women in a bed of feather,

But worthier of these much more jolly fellows,

When weary of the matrimonial tether

His head for such a wife no mortal bothers,

But takes at once another, or another's.

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