When the blind lead the blind, no wonder they both fall into - matrimony.

When the blind lead the blind, no wonder they both fall into / matrimony.

There was no great disparity of years, Though much in temper; but they never clash'd, They moved like stars united in their spheres, Or like the Rhone by Leman's waters wash'd, Where mingled and yet separate appears The river from the lake, all bluely dash'd Through the serene and placid glassy deep, Which fain would lull its river-child to sleep.

For talk six times with the same single lady, And you may get the wedding dress ready.

'Tis the time's plague when madmen lead the blind.

There could be an election this fall. So the last thing I want to do is lead to instability or speculation about my commitment to the party.