I hope you do not think me prone to any iteration of nuptials.
They come together like the Coroner's Inquest, to sit upon the murdered reputations of the week.
It is the business of a comic poet to paint the vices and follies of human kind.
Some by experience find those words mis-placed: At leisure married, they repent in haste.
Say what you will, 'tis better to be left than never to have been loved.
O, nothing is more alluring than a levee from a couch in some confusion.