Let still the woman take
An elder than herself: so wears she to him,
So sways she level in her husband's heart:
For, boy, however we do praise ourselves,
Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm,
More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn
Than women's are.
Then let thy love be younger than thyself,
Or thy affection cannot hold the bent:
For women are as roses, whose fair flower
Being once display'd, doth fall that very hour.
Now go with me and with this holy man
Into the chantry by: there, before him,
And underneath that consecrated roof,
Plight me the full assurance of your faith.
To disbelieve in marriage is easy: to love a
married woman is easy; but to betray a comrade,
to be disloyal to a host, to break the covenant of
bread and salt, is impossible.
Bernard Shaw—Getting Married.
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| topic = Matrimony
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{{Hoyt quote
| num = 5
| text = What God hath joined together no man shall
ever put asunder: God will take care of that.
Bernard Shaw—Getting Married.
The whole world is strewn with snares, traps,
gins and pitfalls for the capture of men by
women.
Bernard Shaw—Epistle Dedicatory to Man
and Superman.
Lastly no woman should marry a teetotaller,
or a man who does not smoke. It is not for nothing that this "ignoble tobagie" as Michelet calls
it, spreads all over the world.
Stevenson—Virginibus Puerisque. Pt. I.
Under this window in stormy weather
I marry this man and woman together;
Let none but Him who rules the thunder Put this man and woman asunder.
Swot—Marriage Service from His Chamber
Window.
The reason why so few marriages are happy is
because young ladies spend their time in malting
nets, not in making cages.
Swift—Thoughts on Various Subjects.
Celibate, like the fly in the heart of an apple,
dwells in a perpetual sweetness, but sits alone,
and is confined and dies in singularity.
Jeremy Taylor—Sermon. XVII. TheMarPt. I.
Marriages are made in Heaven.
| author = Tennyson
| work = Aylmer's Field. L. 188
| seealso = (See also Lyly)
| topic = Matrimony
| page = 500
}}
{{Hoyt quote
| num =
| text = <poem>As the husband is the wife is; thou art mated
with a clown,
And the grossncss of his nature will have weight
to drag thee down.
| author = Tennyson
| work = Locksley Hall. St. 24.
Remember, it is as easy to marry a rich woman
as a poor woman.
Thackeray—Pendennis. Bk. I. Ch.
xxvni.
This I set down as a positive truth. A woman
with fair opportunities and without a positive
hump, may marry whom she likes.
Thackeray—Vanity Fair. Ch. IV.
| seealso = (See also Holmes)
| topic = Matrimony
| page = 500
}}
{{Hoyt quote
| num =
| text = <poem>What woman, however old, has not the bridalfavours and raiment stowed away, and packed
in lavender, in the inmost cupboards of her
heart?
Thackeray—Virginians. Bk. I. Ch.
xxvni.
ut happy they, the happiest of their kind!
Thorn gentler stars unite, and in one fate
Their Hearts, their Fortunes, and their Beings
blend.
Thomson—Seasons. Spring. L. 1,111.
Thrice happy is that humble pair,
Beneath the level of all care!
Over whose heads those arrows fly
Of sad distrust and jealousy.
Edmund Waller—Of the Marriage of the
Dwarfs. L. 7.
The happy married man dies in good stile at
home, surrounded by his weeping wife and children. The old bachelor don't die at all—he sort
of rots away, like a pollywog's tail.
Artemus Ward—Draft in Baldinsville.
’Tis just like a summer bird cage in a garden;
the birds that are without despair to get in, and
the birds that are within despair, and are in a
consumption, for fear they shall never get out.
John Webster—White Devil. Act I. Sc. 2.
| seealso = (See also Davtes)
| topic = Matrimony
| page = 500
}}
{{Hoyt quote
| num =
| text = <poem>Why do not words, and kiss, and solemn pledge,
And nature that is kind' in woman's breast,
And reason that in man is wise and good,
And fear of Him who is a righteous Judge,—
Why do not these prevail for human life,
To keep two hearts together, that began
Their spring-time with one love.
Wordsworth—Excursion. Bk. VI.
Tis my maxim, he's a fool that marries; but
he's a greater that does not marry a fool.
Wycherly—Country Wife. Act I. Sc. 1. L.
502.
You are of the society of the wits and railleurs
. . . the surest sign is, since you are an enemy
to marriage,—for that, I hear, you hate as much
as business or bad wine.
Wycherly—Country Wife.
| seealso = (See also Garrick)
| topic = Matrimony
| page = 500
}}
{{Hoyt quote
| num =
| text = <poem>Body and soul, like peevish man and wife,
United jar, and yet are loth to part.
Younq—Night Thought*. Night II. L. 175.
