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.

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.

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.

O, She Is The Antidote To Desire.

There Is In True Beauty, As In Courage, Somewhat Which Narrow Souls Cannot Dare To Admire.