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Plutarch - A Roman divorced from his wife, being...

A Roman divorced from his wife, being highly blamed by his friends, who demanded, 'Was she not chaste Was she not fair Was she not fruitful' holding out his shoe, asked them whether it was not new and well made. 'Yet,' added he, 'none of you can tell where it pinches me.' (Plutarch)

A Roman divorced from his wife, being highly blamed by his friends, who demanded, 'Was she not chaste Was she not fair Was she not fruitful' holding out his shoe, asked them whether it was not new and well made. 'Yet,' added he, 'none of you can tell where it pinches me.'

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