Say what you will, 'tis better to be left than never to have been loved.

How hard a thing 'twould be to please you all.

Women are like tricks by sleight of hand, Which, to admire, we should not understand

Words are the weak support of cold indifference; love has no language to be heard.

They are at the end of the gallery; retired to their tea and scandal, according to their ancient custom.

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

Some by experience find those words mis-placed: At leisure married, they repent in haste.