A woman only obliges a man to secrecy, that she may have the pleasure of telling herself.
She once used me with that insolence, that in revenge I took her to pieces; sifted her, and separated her failings; I studied 'em, and got 'em by rote. The catalogue was so large, that I was not without hopes, one day or other to hate her heartily.
One minute gives invention to destroy; What to rebuild, will a whole age employ.
I hope you do not think me prone to any iteration of nuptials.
I am always of the opinion with the learned, if they speak first.
Defer not till to-morrow to be wise, To-morrow's Sun to thee may never rise; Or should to-morrow chance to cheer thy sight With her enlivening and unlook'd for light, How grateful will appear her dawning rays! As favours unexpected doubly please.