The duke of Milan, evil-tempered and often cruel, finally met his match when he married Bianca, whose beauty and temper were equally renown in her home of Turino. Year after year the two were engaged in a running combat, with no clear victor. Often the duke thought of doing away with her, but so great was his fear of her eight stalwart brothers that he restrained the impulse.
Finally the day came when Bianca passed away--all by herself and with no assistance from the duke or anyone else. Two years later the duke also died, and found himself before the gates of the Hereafter.
"Enter and enjoy your reward," proclaimed the gatekeeper. "You may now join your wife."
"Enjoy my reward!" said the outraged duke, "Is this all I can expect of Heaven?"
"Heaven," muttered the gatekeeper, "Who said anything about Heaven ..."
- Ludovico Domenichi (1515-1564)
-------------------A Final Thought ...
"A lady of what is commonly called an uncertain temper--a phrase which being interpreted signifies a temper tolerably certain to make everybody more or less uncomfortable."
- Charles Dickens (1812-1870), English novelist