the poet,

[4726] "Uxor vivamus quod viximus, et moriamur,
Servantes nomen sumpsimus in thalamo;
Nec ferat ulla dies ut commutemur in aevo,
Quin tibi sim juvenis, tuque puella mihi."

"Dear wife, let's live in love, and die together,
As hitherto we have in all good will:
Let no day change or alter our affections.
But let's be young to one another still."

Such should conjugal love be, still the same, and as they are one flesh, so
should they be of one mind, as in an aristocratical government, one
consent, [4727]Geyron-like, _coalescere in unum_, have one heart in two
bodies, will and nill the same. A good wife, according to Plutarch, should
be as a looking-glass to represent her husband's face and passion: if he be
pleasant, she should be merry: if he laugh, she should smile: if he look
sad, she should participate of his sorrow, and bear a part with him, and so
should they continue in mutual love one towards another.

[4728] "Et me ab amore tuo deducet nulla senectus,
Sive ego Tythonus, sive ego Nestor ero."

"No age shall part my love from thee, sweet wife,
Though I live Nestor or Tithonus' life."

And she again to him, as the [4729]Bride saluted the Bridegroom of old in
Rome, _Ubi tu Caius, ego semper Caia_, be thou still Caius, I'll be Caia.

'Tis a happy state this indeed, when the fountain is blessed (saith
Solomon, Prov. v. 17.) "and he rejoiceth with the wife of his youth, and
she is to him as the loving hind and pleasant roe, and he delights in her
continually." But this love of ours is immoderate, inordinate, and not to
be comprehended in any bounds. It will not contain itself within the union
of marriage, or apply to one object, but is a wandering, extravagant, a
domineering, a boundless, an irrefragable, a destructive passion: sometimes
this burning lust rageth after marriage, and then it is properly called
jealousy; sometimes before, and then it is called heroical melancholy; it
extends sometimes to co-rivals, &c., begets rapes, incests, murders:
_Marcus Antonius compressit Faustinam sororem, Caracalla Juliam Novercam,
Nero Matrem, Caligula sorores, Cyneras Myrrham filiam_, &c. But it is
confined within no terms of blood, years, sex, or whatsoever else. Some
furiously rage before they come to discretion, or age. [4730]Quartilla in
Petronius never remembered she was a maid; and the wife of Bath, in
Chaucer, cracks,