Some laborers have hard hands, and old sinners have brawny consciences.
Iron till it be thoroughly heated is incapable to be wrought; so God sees good to cast some men into the furnace of affliction, and then beats them on His anvil into what frame He desires.
If ever wife was happy in a man, compare with me, ye women if you can.
I am obnoxious to each carping tongue who says my hand a needle better fits.
If ever two were one, then surely we. If ever man were loved by wife, then thee.
Flesh of my flesh, bone of my bone, I here, though there, yet both but one.