I never knew whether to pity or congratulate a man on coming to his senses.

If thou hast never been a fool, be sure thou wilt never be a wise man.

A man -- I let the truth out --
Who's had almost every tooth out,
Cannot sing as once he sang,
When he was young as you are young,
When he was young and lutes were strung,
And love-lamps in the casement hung.

'Tis strange what a man may do and a woman yet think him an angel

I never know whether to pity or congratulate a man on coming to his senses.

'Tis strange what a man may do, and a woman yet think him an angel.