Magis erit animorum quam corporum conjugium.
The wedlock of minds will be greater than that of bodies.
The joys of marriage are the heaven on earth,
Life's paradise, great princess, the soul's quiet,
Sinews of concord, earthly immortality,
Eternity of pleasures.
John Ford—The Broken Heart. Act II. Sc. 2.
L. 102.
A bachelor
May thrive by observation on a little,
A single life's no burthen: but to draw
In yokes is chargeable, and will require
A double maintenance.
John Ford—The Fancies Chaste and Noble.
Act I. Sc. 3. L. 82.
Where there's marriage without love, there
will be love without marriage.
Benj. Franklin—Poor Richard. (1734)
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| topic = Matrimony
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{{Hoyt quote
| num = 5
| text = My son is my son till he have got him a wife,
But my daughter's my daughter all the days of
her life.
Proverb from Fuller's Gnomologia. (1732)
| topic = Matrimony
| page = 497
}}
{{Hoyt quote
| num = 6
| text = <poem>They that marry ancient people, merely in
expectation to bury them, hang themselves, in
hope that one will come and cut the halter.
Fuller—Holy and Profane States. Bk. III.
Of Marriage.
You are of the society of the wits and railers;
. . the surest sign is, you are an enemy to
marriage, the common butt of every railer.
| author = Garrick
| work = The Country Girl. Act II. 1. Play
taken from Wycherly's Country Wife.
| seealso = (See also Wycherly)
| topic = Matrimony
| page = 497
}}
{{Hoyt quote
| num = 8
| text = <poem>The husband's sullen, dogged, shy,
The wife grows flippant in reply;
He loves command and due restriction,
And she as well likes contradiction.
She never slavishly submits;
She'll have her way, or have her fits.
He his way tugs, she t'other draws;
The man grows jealous and with cause.
Gay—Cupid, Hymen, and Plutus.
It is not good that the man should be alone.
Genesis. II. 18.
Bone of my bones, and flesh of my flesh.
Genesis. II. 23.
Denn ein wackerer Mann verdient ein begatertes Madchen.
For a brave man deserves a well-endowed
girl.
Goethe—Hermann und Dorothea. III. 19.
So, with decorum all things carry'd;
Mis frown'd, and blush'd, and then was—married.
| author = Goldsmith
| work = The Double Transformation. St. 3.
Le divorce est le sacrement de l'adultere.
Divorce is the sacrament of adultery.
G. F. Guichard.
An unhappy gentleman, resolving to wed nothing short of perfection, keeps his heart and hand
till both get so old and withered that no tolerable
woman will accept them.
Hawthorne—Mosses from an Old Manse.
I should like to see any kind of a man, distinguishable from a gorilla, that some good and even
pretty woman could not shape a husband out of.
Holmes—The Professor at the Breakfast Table.
| seealso = (See also Pope, Thackeray)
| topic = Matrimony
| page = 497
}}
{{Hoyt quote
| num = 16
| text = <poem>Yet while my Hector still survives, I see
My father, mother, brethren, all in thee.
Homer—Iliad. Bk. VI. L. 544
| note = Pope's trans.
Andromache! my soul's far better part.
Homer—Iliad. Bk. VI. L. 624
| note = Pope's trans.
Felices ter et amplius
Quos irrupta tenet copula, nee malis
Divulsus querimoniis
Suprema citius solvet amor die.
Happy and thrice happy are they who enjoy
an uninterrupted union, and whose love, unbroken by any complaints, shall not dissolve
until the last day.
Horace—Carmina. I. 13. 17.
Marriages would in general be as happy, if
not more so, if they were all made by the Lord
Chancellor.
| author = Samuel Johnson
| work = Boswell's Life. (1776;
I have met with women whom I really think
would like to be married to a Poem, and to be
given away by a Novel.
Keats—Letters to Fanny Browne. Letter II.
Ay, marriage is the life-long miracle,
The self-begetting wonder, daily fresh.
Charles Klngsley—Saint's Tragedy. Act II.
Sc. 9.
You should indeed have longer tarried
By the roadside before you married.
Walter Savage Landor—To One IlUmated.
As unto the bow the cord is,
So unto the man is woman;
Though she bends him she obeys him,
Though she draws him, yet she follows,
Useless each without the other!
Longijellow—Hiawatha. Pt. X. L. 1.
Sure the shovel and tongs
To each other belongs.
Samuel Lover—Widow Machree.
Take heede, Camilla, that seeking al the Woode for a straight sticke, you chuse not at the last a crooked staffe.
