Marriage the happiest bond of love might be, If hands were only joined when hearts agree.

The radiant sun sends from above ten thousand blessings down, nor is he set so high for show alone.

Marriage the happiest bond of love might be, If hands were only joined when hearts agree.

Shall Nature, erring from her first command, self-preservation, fall by her own hand?

There is no heaven like mutual love.

Of all the kind of pains, the greatest pain is to love and to love in vain.

Of all the plagues with which the world is curst, Of every ill, a woman is the worst.