XLII.  When two human beings are united by pleasure, all social conventionalities are put aside.  This situation conceals a reef on which many vessels are wrecked.  A husband is lost, if he once forgets there is a modesty which is quite independent of coverings.  Conjugal love ought never either to put on or to take away the bandage of its eyes, excepting at the due season.

XLIII. 
Power does not consist in striking with force or with frequency, but
in striking true.

XLIV.  To call a desire into being, to nourish it, to develop it, to bring it to full growth, to excite it, to satisfy it, is a complete poem of itself.

XLV. 

The progression of pleasures is from the distich to the quatrain, from the quatrain to the sonnet, from the sonnet to the ballad, from the ballad to the ode, from the ode to the cantata, from the cantata to the dithyramb.  The husband who commences with dithyramb is a fool.

XLVI. 
Each night ought to have its menu.

XLVII. 
Marriage must incessantly contend with a monster which devours
everything, that is, familiarity.

XLVIII. 
If a man cannot distinguish the difference between the pleasures of
two consecutive nights, he has married too early.

XLIX.  It is easier to be a lover than a husband, for the same reason that it is more difficult to be witty every day, than to say bright things from time to time.

L.
A husband ought never to be the first to go to sleep and the last to
awaken.

LI. 
The man who enters his wife’s dressing-room is either a philosopher or
an imbecile.

LII. 
The husband who leaves nothing to desire is a lost man.

LIII. 
The married woman is a slave whom one must know how to set upon a
throne.

LIV. 
A man must not flatter himself that he knows his wife, and is making
her happy unless he sees her often at his knees.

It is to the whole ignorant troop of our predestined, of our legions of snivelers, of smokers, of snuff-takers, of old and captious men that Sterne addressed, in Tristram Shandy, the letter written by Walter Shandy to his brother Toby, when this last proposed to marry the widow Wadman.

These celebrated instructions which the most original of English writers has comprised in this letter, suffice with some few exceptions to complete our observations on the manner in which husbands should behave to their wives; and we offer it in its original form to the reflections of the predestined, begging that they will meditate upon it as one of the most solid masterpieces of human wit.

 “MY DEAR BROTHER TOBY,