Marriage is honourable, as you say; and if so, wherefore should Cuckoldom be a Discredit, being deriv'd from so honourable a Root?

There are times when sense may be unseasonable, as well as truth.

In my conscience I believe the baggage loves me, for she never speaks well of me herself, nor suffers any body else to rail at me.

Music has charms to soothe a savage breast, to soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak. I've read that things inanimate have moved, and, as with living souls, have been inform'd, by magic numbers and persuasive sound.

Blessings ever wait on virtuous deeds, and though a late, a sure reward succeeds.

I know that’s a secret, for it’s whispered everywhere.

Love's but a frailty of the mind, When 'tis not with ambition joined.