There are times when sense may be unseasonable, as well as truth.
O fie, miss, you must not kiss and tell.
A little scorn is alluring.
Love's but a frailty of the mind, When 'tis not with ambition joined.
They come together like the Coroner's Inquest, to sit upon the murdered reputations of the week.
Nor Hell a Fury, like a Woman scorn'd.