Pedantess

Unfeeling pedantess, says I to myself; thou art no wife for me.

Why does not this pedantess wear the breeches?

We do not wish our boys and girls to become pedants. Well, then, we must not become pedants and pedantesses ourselves.

‘Dryden weighs poets in his virtuoso’s scales that will weigh to the hundredth part of a grain, as curiously as Juvenal’s lady pedantess—[…]’