Yea but, quoth Panurge, would you have me so solitarily drive out the whole course of my life, without the comfort of a matrimonial consort?
You know it is written, Vae soli! and a single person is never seen to reap the joy and solace that is found with married folks.

Then marry, in the name of God, quoth Pantagruel.

But if, quoth Panurge, my wife should make me a cuckold--as it is not unknown unto you, how this hath been a very plentiful year in the production of that kind of cattle--I would fly out, and grow impatient beyond all measure and mean.

I love cuckolds with my heart, for they seem unto me to be of a right honest conversation, and I truly do very willingly frequent their company; but should I die for it, I would not be one of their number.

That is a point for me of a too sore prickling point.