O, reason not the need!
Who is it can read a woman?
Honesty is not the best policy - merely the safest
Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell: It fell upon a little western flower, Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound, And maidens call it love-in-idleness.
Not all the water in the rough rude sea Can wash the balm from an anointed King.
Unbidden guests Are often welcomest when they are gone.