The dignity of truth is lost with much protesting.
Court a mistress, she denies you; let her alone, she will court you.
Give me a look, give me a face, That makes simplicity a grace Robes loosely flowing, hair as free Such sweet neglect more taketh me Than all the adulteries of art: They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.
I would rather have a plain down-right wisdom than a foolish and affected eloquence.
How Fortune piles her sports when she begins to practise them!
Guilt's a terrible thing.