Honesty is not the best policy - merely the safest
How art thou out of breath when thou hast breath To say to me that thou art out of breath?
Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.
He's all my exercise, my mirth, my matter.
We bring forth weeds when our quick minds lie still.
The pleasing punishment that women bear.