No man is worth having is true to his wife, or can be true to his wife, or ever was, or ever will be so.
Friendship's said to be a plant of tedious growth, its root composed of tender fibers, nice in their taste, cautious in spreading.
Love, like virtue, is its own reward.
True virtue, wheresoever it moves, still carries an intrinsic worth about it.
Love's like virtue, its own reward.
Tho marriage be a lottery in which there are a wondrous many blanks, yet there is one inestimable lot in which the only heaven on earth is written.