Hannibal was a very pretty fellow in those days.

The Old Bachelor. Act ii. Sc. 2.

Thus grief still treads upon the heels of pleasure;

Married in haste, we may repent at leisure.[295:1]

The Old Bachelor. Act v. Sc. 1.

Defer not till to-morrow to be wise,

To-morrow's sun to thee may never rise.[295:2]

Letter to Cobham.

Footnotes

[294:2] We shall find no fiend in hell can match the fury of a disappointed woman.—Cibber: Love's Last Shift, act iv.