January Second
Wedlock’s like wine,—not properly judged of till the second glass.
—Douglas Jerrold.
January Third
The Spaniards have it that a buxom widow must be either married, buried, or shut up in a convent.
—Haliburton.
January Fourth
Frailty, thy name is woman! a little month, or ere those shoes were old with which she followed my poor father’s body, like Niobe, all tears:—why she, even she, married with my uncle.
—Shakespeare.