Oh, treacherous night thou lendest thy ready veil to every treason, and teeming mischief's beneath thy shade.
Art, however innocent, looks like deceiving.
Law that shocks equity is reason's murderer.
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.
Union of hearts, not hands, does a marriage make, and sympathy of mind keeps love awake.
Shame on those breasts of stone that cannot melt in soft adoption of another's sorrow.