Delay not till tomorrow to be wise; tomorrow's sun to thee may neve rise.

Marriage indeed may qualify the fury of his passion, but it very rarely mends a man's manners.

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

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

'Tis well enough for a servant to be bred at an University. But the education is a little too pedantic for a gentleman.

No mask like open truth to cover lies, As to go naked is the best disguise.

A little scorn is alluring.