No woman ever hates a man for being in love with her, but many a woman hate a man for being a friend to her.
Like Cato, give his little senate laws, and sit attentive to his own applause.
Whoever thinks a faultless piece to see, Thinks what ne'er was, nor is, nor e'er shall be, In every work regard the writer's end, Since none can compass more than they intend; And if the means be just, the conduct true, Applause, in spite of trivial faults, is due.
Fame, wealth, and honour! what are you to Love?
Never was it given to mortal man - To lie so boldly as we women can.
Yes, I am proud; I must be proud to see Men not afraid of God, afraid of me.