Shakespeare's Name, You May Depend On It,

Her Great Merit Is Finding Out Mine; There Is Nothing So Amiable As Discernment.

I Have Great Hopes That We Shall Love Each Other All Our Lives As Much As If We Had Never Married At All.

Grief Is Fantastical, And Loves The Dead, And The Apparel Of The Grave.

A Sort Of Hostile Transaction, Very Necessary To Keep The World Going, But By No Means A Sinecure To The Parties Concerned.

Pure Friendship's Well-feigned Blush.