Every man plays the fool once in his live, but to marry is playing the fool all one's life long.
O, she is the antidote to desire.
Guilt is ever at a loss, and confusion waits upon it; when innocence and bold truth are always ready for expression.
He that first cries out stop thief, is often he that has stolen the treasure.
Words are the weak support of cold indifference; love has no language to be heard.
Marriage is honourable, as you say; and if so, wherefore should Cuckoldom be a Discredit, being deriv'd from so honourable a Root?