A little scorn is alluring.
In my conscience I believe the baggage loves me, for she never speaks well of me herself, nor suffers any body else to rail at me.
O fie, miss, you must not kiss and tell.
Blessings ever wait on virtuous deeds, and though a late, a sure reward succeeds.
Whoever is king, is also the father of his country.
No, I'm no enemy to learning; it hurts not me.