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.
We shall find no fiend in hell can match the fury of a disappointed woman; scorned, slighted, dismissed without a parting pang.
So mourn'd the dame of Ephesus her love.
Possession is eleven points in the law.
When we are conscious of the least comparative merit in ourselves, we should take as much care to conceal the value we set upon it, as if it were a real defect; to be elated or vain upon it is showing your money before people in want.