There are times when sense may be unseasonable, as well as truth.
Uncertainty and expectation are the joys of life. Security is an insipid thing.
Fear comes from uncertainty. When we are absolutely certain, whether of our worth or worthlessness, we are almost impervious to fear.
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.
Musick has Charms to sooth a savage Breast...
Thus grief still treads upon the heels of pleasure; Married in haste, we may repent at leisure.