The best by far is to marry in one's own rank.
They sent forth men to battle, But no such men return; And home, to claim their welcome, Come ashes in an urn
Death is easier than a wretched life; and better never to have born than to live and fare badly.
Married love between man and woman is bigger than oaths guarded by right of nature.
Sweet is a grief well ended.
Neither a life of anarchy nor a life under a despot should you praise. To all that lies in the middle has a god given excellence.