I know not my own heart if it be not absolutely free.
What we want to tell, we wish our friend to have curiosity to hear.
The coyest maids make the fondest wives.
What a world is this! What is there in it desirable? The good we hope for so strangely mixed, that one knows not what to wish for!And one half of mankind tormenting the other, and being tormented themselves in tormenting!
Over-niceness may be under-niceness.
A man who flatters a woman hopes either to find her a fool or to make her one.