A man is always afraid of a woman that loves him too much
Follow love and it will flee, flee love and it will follow thee.
Of all the fools that pride can boast, A Coxcomb claims distinction most.
How happy could I be with either, Were t'other dear charmer away!
Here Shock, the pride of all his kind, is laid, Who fawned like man, but ne'er like man betrayed.
Do you think your mother and I should have lived comfortably so long together, if ever we had been married? Baggage!