Account no man happy till he dies.
Down on your knees, and thank heaven, fasting, for a good man's love.
This is courage in a man: to bear unflinchingly what heaven sends.
Try refusing the arrangement, or later petition for divorce -- the first is impossible while the second is like admitting you're a whore.
She sings a dark destructive song.
Mortal fate is hard. You'd best get used to it.