Doralice: Well, since thou art a husband...

Doralice: Well, since thou art a husband, and wilt be a husband, I'll try if I can find out another. 'Tis a pretty time we women don't, to be widows while we are married. Our husbands think it reasonable to complain, that we are the same, and the same to them, when we have more reason to complain, that they are not the same to us. Because they cannot feed on one dish, therefore we must be starved. 'Tis enough that they have a sufficient ordinary provided, and a table ready spread for them: If they cannot fall too, and eat heartily, the fault is theirs; and 'tis pity, methinks, that the good creature should be lost, when many a poor sinner would be glad on't.

Citation: John Dryden, Marriage a la Mode, Public Domain, 1673, pp. 282.