Nor Hell A Fury, Like A Woman

But Say What You Will, 'tis Better To Be Left Than Never To Have Been Loved. To Pass Our Youth In Dull Indifference, To Refuse The Sweets Of Life Because They Once Must Leave Us, Is As Preposterous As To Wish To Have Been Born Old, Because We One Day Must Be Old.

Thus Grief Still Treads Upon The Heels Of Pleasure; Married In Haste, We May Repent At Leisure.

Let Us Be Very Strange And Well-bred:let Us Be As Strange As If We Had Been Married A Great While;and As Well-bred As If We Were Not Married At All.

I Confess Freely To You, I Could Never Look Long Upon A Monkey, Without Very Mortifying Reflections.

There Are Come Critics So With Spleen Diseased, They Scarcely Come Inclining To Be Pleased: And Sure He Must Have More Than Mortal Skill, Who Please One Against His Will.