It Is A Strange Enterprise To Make

She Is Laughing Up Her Sleeve At You.

You Think You Can Marry For Your Own Pleasure, Friend?

You Have But To Hold Forth In Cap And Gown, And Any Gibberish Becomes Learning, All Nonsense Passes For Sense.

My Fair One, Let Us Swear An Eternal Friendship.

Betrayed And Wronged In Everything, I’ll Flee This Bitter World Where Vice Is King, And Seek Some Spot Unpeopled And Apart Where I’ll Be Free To Have An Honest Heart. - Molière, The Misanthrope