Oh! How many torments lie in the small circle of a wedding ring.
So mourn'd the dame of Ephesus her love.
Possession is eleven points in the law.
You know, one had as good be out of the world, as out of the fashion.
We shall find no fiend in hell can match the fury of a disappointed woman; scorned, slighted, dismissed without a parting pang.
Old houses mended, Cost little less than new before they're ended.