They come together like the Coroner's Inquest, to sit upon the murdered reputations of the week.
Courtship is to marriage, as a very witty prologue to a very dull play.
There are times when sense may be unseasonable, as well as truth.
I hope you do not think me prone to any iteration of nuptials.
Women like flames have a destroying power; never to be quenched till they themselves devour.
Thus grief still treads upon the heels of pleasure; Married in haste, we may repent at leisure.