In my conscience I believe the baggage loves me, for she never speaks well of me herself, nor suffers any body else to rail at me.
Some by experience find those words mis-placed: At leisure married, they repent in haste.
Uncertainty and expectation are the joys of life. Security is an insipid thing.
Men are apt to offend ('tis true) where they find most goodness to forgive.
There are times when sense may be unseasonable, as well as truth.
Every man plays the fool once in his live, but to marry is playing the fool all one's life long.