Can it be
That modesty may more betray our sense
Than woman's lightness? Having waste ground enough,
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Can it be
That modesty may more betray our sense
Than woman's lightness? Having waste ground enough,
Shall we desire to raze the sanctuary
And pitch our evils there?

No modest man ever did or ever will make a fortune.

No modest man ever did or ever will make a fortune.

When one remains modest, not after praise but after blame, then
is he really so.
[Ger., Wenn jemand read more

When one remains modest, not after praise but after blame, then
is he really so.
[Ger., Wenn jemand bescheiden bleibt, nicht beim Lobe, sondern
beim Tadel, dann ist er's.]

Modesty in woman is a virtue most deserving, since we do all we can to cure her of it

Modesty in woman is a virtue most deserving, since we do all we can to cure her of it

Modesty and unselfishness: These are the virtues which men praise, and pass by

Modesty and unselfishness: These are the virtues which men praise, and pass by

Why, to hear Betsy Bobbet talk about wimmin's throwin' their
modesty away, you would think if they ever went read more

Why, to hear Betsy Bobbet talk about wimmin's throwin' their
modesty away, you would think if they ever went to the political
pole, they would have to take their dignity and modesty and throw
'em against the pole, and go without any all the rest of their
lives.

What can be found equal to modesty, uncorrupt faith, the sister
of justice, and undisguised truth?
[Lat., Cui read more

What can be found equal to modesty, uncorrupt faith, the sister
of justice, and undisguised truth?
[Lat., Cui pudor et justitiae soror incorrupta fides nudaque
veritas quando ullum inveniet parem?]

Like the violet, which alone
Prospers in some happy shade,
My Castara lives unknown
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Like the violet, which alone
Prospers in some happy shade,
My Castara lives unknown
To no looser eye betrayed.

So great is the modesty of your mind and face, Sophronius that I wonder you should ever have become a read more

So great is the modesty of your mind and face, Sophronius that I wonder you should ever have become a father