Oh! How many torments lie in the small circle of a wedding ring.
Prithee don't screw your wit beyond the compass of good manners.
Who fears t' offend takes the first step to please.
The happy have whole days, and those they choose. The unhappy have but hours, and those they lose.
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.