Shame on those breasts of stone that cannot melt in soft adoption of another's sorrow.

Servile doubt argues an impotence of mind, that says we fear because we dare not meet misfortunes.

Art, however innocent, looks like deceiving.

Oh, treacherous night thou lendest thy ready veil to every treason, and teeming mischief's beneath thy shade.

Shame on those breasts of stone that cannot melt in soft adoption of another's sorrow.

First, then, a woman will, or won't, - depend on't; If she will do't, she will; and there's an end on't. But, if she won't, since safe and sound your trust is, Fear is affront: and jealousy injustice.

Courage is poorly housed that dwells in numbers; the lion never counts the herd that are about him, nor weighs how many flocks he has to scatter.