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Men are April when they woo, December when they wed; maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives.
Who wooed in haste, and means to wed at leisure.
The instances that second marriage move
Are base respects of thrift, but none of love.
God, the best maker of all marriages,
Combine your hearts in one.
Henry V (1599)
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments.
Sonnets (1609)
She is not well married that lives married long:
But she's best married that dies married young.
Romeo and Juliet (1597)
Should all despair
That have revolted wives, the tenth of mankind
Would hang themselves.
As are those dulcet sounds in break of day
That creep into the dreaming bridegroom's ear
And summon him to marriage.
Happiest of all, is, that her gentle spirit
Commits itself to yours to be directed,
As from her lord, her governor, her king.
But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd,
Than that which with'ring on the virgin thorn
Grows, lives and dies in single blessedness.
O ye gods,
Render me worthy of this noble wife!
Julius Cæsar (1599)
No, the world must be peopled. When I said, I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married.
Men's vows are women's traitors! All good seeming,
By thy revolt, O husband, shall be thought
Put on for villany; not born where 't grows,
But worn a bait for ladies.
Cymbeline (1611)
If she deny to wed, I'll crave the day
When I shall ask the banns and when be married.
Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears
Had left the flushing in her galled eyes,
She married.
He is the half part of a blessed man,
Left to be finished by such as she;
And she a fair divided excellence,
Whose fulness of perfection lies in him.
King John (1598)
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.
Let husbands know,
Their wives have sense like them: they see, and smell,
And have their palates both for sweet and sour,
As husbands have.
Othello (1603)
Hanging and wiving goes by destiny.
I will fasten on this sleeve of thine:
Thou art an elm, my husband, I, a vine.