They can't help doing it.

You don't ask a gilt weathercock to keep faith with anything but the wind, do you?
It's an ass that trusts a fair woman at all, or has anything to do with the confounded set.

Cleopatra was fair; so was Delilah; so is the Devil's wife.

Reach me that book of Reports." "By jingo!" cried Algernon, "my stomach reports that if provision doesn't soon approach----why don't you keep a French cook here, Ned?
Let's give up the women, and take to a French cook." Edward yawned horribly.

"All in good time.