When daisies pied, and Violets blew, And Cuckow-buds of yellow hew: And Ladie-smockes all sliveer white, Do paint the Medowes with delight. The Cuckow then on everie tree, Mockes married men, for thus sings he, Cuckow, Cuckow, Cockow, O word of feare, Unpleasing to a married eare. (Love’s Labour’s Lost)
In modern usage a cuckold is the husband of an unfaithful wife – a far nastier and more humiliating state, apparently than being the wife of a philanderer, for which in fact no word exists.
Now people don’t have affairs, they change partners and everybody has to admit to everything and talk about their emotions and the sex part of it is much less than it was. They tell the children at great length and say they love them most of all, which is a lie, obviously. It’s the most […]
Where there’s marriage without love, there will be love without marriage.
Those who are faithful know only the trivial side of love; it is the faithless who know love’s tragedies.
No adultery is bloodless.
This honest wife, challenged at dusk At the garden gate, under a moon perhaps, In scent of honeysuckle, dared to deny Love to a urgent lover: with her lips only Not with her heart. It was no assignation; Taken aback, what could she say else? For the children’s sake, the lie was venial; ‘For the […]
‘Infidel’ is a term of reproach, which Christians and Mohammedans, in their modesty, agree to apply to those who differ from them.
Wise married women don’t trouble themselves about infidelity in their husbands.
When love becomes labored we welcome an act of infidelity towards ourselves to free us from fidelity.