No, I'm no enemy to learning; it hurts not me.
I am always of the opinion with the learned, if they speak first.
A woman only obliges a man to secrecy, that she may have the pleasure of telling herself.
I came up stairs into the world, for I was born in a cellar.
If this be not love, it is madness, and then it is pardonable.
Thus grief still treads upon the heels of pleasure; Married in haste, we may repent at leisure.