And Doubt and Discord step 'twixt thine and thee.
The French courage proceeds from vanity
Ye stars! which are the poetry of heaven!
Such is your cold coquette, who can't say "No," And won't say "Yes," and keeps you on and off-ing On a lee-shore, till it begins to blow, Then sees your heart wreck'd, with an inward scoffing.
A timid mind is apt to mistake every scratch for a mortal wound.
Be hypocritical, be cautious, be not what you seem but always what you see.