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 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.)
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.