We shall find no fiend in hell can match the fury of a disappointed woman; scorned, slighted, dismissed without a parting pang.
You know, one had as good be out of the world, as out of the fashion.
Oh! How many torments lie in the small circle of a wedding ring.
So mourn'd the dame of Ephesus her love.
The happy have whole days.
The happy have whole days, and those they choose. The unhappy have but hours, and those they lose.