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.