Then worms shall try That long preserved virginity, And your quaint honor turn to dust, And into ashes all my lust. The grave's a fine and private place But none, I think, do there embrace.

You think you can marry for your own pleasure, friend?

I have the fault of being a little more sincere than is proper.

Men often marry in hasty recklessness and repent afterward all their lives.

According to the saying of an ancient philosopher, one should eat to live, and not live to eat

Nearly all men die of their medicines, not of their diseases.

Wives rarely fuss about their beauty To guarantee their mate's affection.