I nauseate walking; 'tis a country diversion, I loathe the country.
O, she is the antidote to desire.
If this be not love, it is madness, and then it is pardonable.
Say what you will, 'tis better to be left than never to have been loved.
Every man plays the fool once in his live, but to marry is playing the fool all one's life long.
Marriage is honourable, as you say; and if so, wherefore should Cuckoldom be a Discredit, being deriv'd from so honourable a Root?