Marriage, from love, like vinegar from wine-- A sad, sour sober beverage--by time Is sharpened from its high celestial flavor Down to a very homely household savor.
Better to sink beneath the shock Than moulder piecemeal on the rock!
Think not I am what I appear.
Had sigh'd to many, though he loved but one.
Men love in haste, but they detest at leisure.
Heaven gives its favourites-early death.