You had great reason to be dissatisfied if he consumed his mony in the Tavern or with Tables.  But you know that Ben Johnsons Poems, and Pembrooks Arcadia, did so inchant you, that they forc’t the mony out of your Pocket; yet they serv’d you in your Maiden estate with very good instructions, and shewing you many Vertues.  You may therefore think, that such men who desire to surge higher in knowledge, will have somthing also to be reading.  And it is most certain, whilest they are busie with that, their Wives are free from being controled.  ’Tis also undeniable, that men cannot alwaies be alike earnest in their affairs; for verily if they be so, they are for the most part great Peep in the Pots and directers of their Wives, who have certainly their imperfections.  And it is the principallest satisfaction, and greatest pleasure in marriage, when a woman winks or passes by the actions of her husband; and the husband in like manner the actions of his wife; for if that were not so, how should they now and then in passing by, throw a love-kiss at one another; or how should they at night be so earnest in pressing one another to go first to bed.

’Tis therefore, above all things, very needfull for the increasing of love, that a woman wink at many of her husbands actions; especially if he keep no correspondence with Tiplers, that will be alwaies in the Alehouses; and there too will be serv’d and waited upon, forsooth, to a hairs breadth; nay, and as we perceive, if the Wife brings in the Anchovis upon the Table, without watring them a little, as oftimes happens there, then the house is full of Hell and damnation.  For these smaller sort of Gentlemen, are they who sow strife and sedition between man and wife, and continually talk of new Taverns and Alehouses, clean Pots, and the best Wine; they alwaies know where there is an Oxhead newly broach’d:  and the first word they speak, as soon as they come together, is, Well Sir, where were you yesternight, that we saw you not at our ordinary meeting place?  Ho, saies the t’other, ’twas at the Blew Boar, where I drunk the delicatest Wine that ever my lips tasted.  You never tasted the like on’t.  If I should live a thousand year, the tast would never be out of my thoughts.  Nay, if the Gods do yet drink Nectar, it is certainly prest out of those Grapes.  Words cannot possibly Decipher or express the tast, though Tully himself, the father of eloquence, having drunk of it, would make the Oration.  What do you think then, if you and I went thither immediately and drunk one pint of it standing?  I am sure, Sir, that you will, as well as I, admire it above all others.  Done it is, and away they go:  But it is not long before you see those roses blossoming in their hands, of whose smell, tast, and colour a neat draught is taken, and an excellent exposition of the qualities.  Yet the t’other Gentleman commends it to the highest; though he is assured that he tasted a Glass in Master Empty Vessels Cellar