Getting Married Is Like Putting

We Cannot Go To Heaven In Featherbeds.

For When They See The People Swarm Into The Streets, And Daily Wet To The Skin With Rain, And Yet Cannot Persuade Them To Go Out Of The Rain, They Do Keep Themselves Within Their Houses, Seeing They Cannot Remedy The Folly Of The People.

Howbeit, This One Thing, Son, I Assure You On My Faith, That If The Parties Will At Hands Call For Justice, Then, All Were It My Father Stood On The One Side, And The Devil On The Other, His Cause Being Good, The Devil Should Have Right.

It's A Poor Doctor Who Can't Cure One Disease Without Giving You Another.

. . . The State Of Things And The Dispositions Of Men Were Then Such, That A Man Could Not Well Tell Whom He Might Trust Or Whom He Might Fear.