Marriage Indeed May Qualify The Fury Of

She Likes Herself, Yet Others Hates, For That Which In Herself She Prizes; And While She Laughs At Them, Forgets She Is The Thing That She Despises.

Love's But The Frailty Of The Mind, When 'tis Not With Ambition Joined; A Sickly Flame, Which If Not Fed Expires; And Feeding, Wastes In Self-consuming Fires.

One Minute Gives Invention To Destroy; What To Rebuild, Will A Whole Age Employ.

There Are Times When Sense May Be Unseasonable, As Well As Truth.

Blessings Ever Wait On Virtuous Deeds, And Though A Late, A Sure Reward Succeeds.