Love's but a frailty of the mind, When 'tis not with ambition joined.
He that first cries out stop thief, is often he that has stolen the treasure.
Thus grief still treads upon the heels of pleasure; Married in haste, we may repent at leisure.
No mask like open truth to cover lies, As to go naked is the best disguise.
Who pleases one against his will.
Though marriage makes man and wife one flesh, it leaves 'em still two fools.