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

Thus grief still treads upon the heels of pleasure; Married in haste, we may repent at leisure.

Would any thing but a madman complain of uncertainty? Uncertainty and expectation are joys of life; security is an insipid thing; and the overtaking and possessing of a wish discovers the folly of the chase.

Every man plays the fool once in his live, but to marry is playing the fool all one's life long.

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

A woman only obliges a man to secrecy, that she may have the pleasure of telling herself.

She likes herself, yet others hates, For that which in herself she prizes; And while she laughs at them, forgets She is the thing that she despises.