What makes poor scoundrel rogues to beg, I pray you?
Is it not because they have not enough at home wherewith to fill their bellies and their pokes?
What is it makes the wolves to leave the woods?
Is it not the want of flesh meat?
What maketh women whores?
You understand me well enough.

And herein may I very well submit my opinion to the judgment of learned lawyers, presidents, counsellors, advocates, procurers, attorneys, and other glossers and commentators on the venerable rubric, De frigidis et maleficiatis.

You are, in truth, sir, as it seems to me (excuse my boldness if I have transgressed), in a most palpable and absurd error to attribute my horns to cuckoldry.

Diana wears them on her head after the manner of a crescent.
Is she a cucquean for that?
How the devil can she be cuckolded who never yet was married?
Speak somewhat more correctly, I beseech you, lest she, being offended, furnish you with a pair of horns shapen by the pattern of those which she made for Actaeon.

The goodly Bacchus also carries horns, -- Pan, Jupiter Ammon, with a great many others.