|Grocott & Ward, comps. Grocotts Familiar Quotations, 6th ed. 189-?.|
|Ah me! when shall I marry me?|
Lovers are plenty but fail to relieve me.
|I would be married, but Id have no wife;|
I would be married to a single life.
|Art thou married? O thou horribly virtuous woman!|
Colley Cibber.The Comical Lovers, Act I. Scene 1.
|Though fools spurn Hymens gentle powrs,|
We who improve his golden hours,
By sweet experience know,
That marriage, rightly understood,
Gives to the tender and the good
A paradise below.
Cotton.The Fireside, Verse V.
|I am to be married within three daysmarried past redemption.|
Dryden.Marriage à la Mode, Act I. Scene 1.
|When we are alone, we walk like lions in a room, she one way and I another.|
Dryden.Marriage à la Mode, Act I. Scene 1. Colley Cibber.The Comical Lovers, Act I.
|Thus grief still treads upon the heels of pleasure.|
Marryd in haste, we may repent at leisure.
Congreve.The Old Bachelor, Act V. Scene 8.
|I will marry her, sir, at your request; but if there be no great love in the beginning, yet Heaven may decrease it upon better acquaintance:I hope, upon familiarity will grow more contempt;I will marry her, that I am freely dissolved, and dissolutely.|
Shakespeare.Merry Wives of Windsor, Act I. Scene 1. (Slender to Shallow.)
|As a walled town is more worthier than a village, so is the forehead of a married man more honourable than the bare brow of a bachelor.|
Shakespeare.As You Like It, Act III. Scene 3.
|Let oer thy house some chosen maid preside,|
Till Heaven decrees to bless thee in a bride.
Popes Homer, The Odyssey, Book XV. Line 29.
| O! when meet now|
Such pairs, in love and mutual honour joind?
Milton.Paradise Lost, Book VIII. Line 57.
|She that weds well will wisely match her love,|
Nor be below her husband nor above.
Ovid.Heroides, Epi. IX. Line 32.
| Let still the woman take|
An elder than herself; so wears she to him,
So sways she level in her husbands heart.
For, boy, however we do praise ourselves,
Our fancies are more giddy and infirm,
More longing, wavering, sooner lost and won,
Than womens are.
Shakespeare.Twelfth Night, Act II. Scene 4.
|Well try the gods again; for, wise men say,|
Marriage and obsequies do not suit one day.
Beaumont and Fletcher.The Prophetess, Act II. Scene 3.
|To-morrow yet would reap to-day,|
As we wear blossoms of the dead;
Earn well the thrifty months nor wed
Raw haste, half sister to delay.
Tennyson.Love Thou the Land, last Verse.