Quoth Sidrophel, If you suppose,
Sir Knight, that I am one of those,
I might suspect, and read more

Quoth Sidrophel, If you suppose,
Sir Knight, that I am one of those,
I might suspect, and take th' alarm,
You bus'ness is but to inform;
But if it be, 'tis ne'er the near,
You have a wrong sow by the ear.

There is one safeguard known generally to the wise, which is an advantage and security to all, but especially to read more

There is one safeguard known generally to the wise, which is an advantage and security to all, but especially to democracies as against despots - suspicion.

To be suspicious is not a fault. To be suspicious all the time
without coming to a conclusion is read more

To be suspicious is not a fault. To be suspicious all the time
without coming to a conclusion is the defect.

He that is already corrupt is naturally suspicious, and he that becomes suspicious will quickly become corrupt.

He that is already corrupt is naturally suspicious, and he that becomes suspicious will quickly become corrupt.

The wolf dreads the pitfall, the hawk suspects the snare, and the
kite the covered hook.
[Lat., Cautus read more

The wolf dreads the pitfall, the hawk suspects the snare, and the
kite the covered hook.
[Lat., Cautus enim metuit foveam lupus, accipiterque
Suspectos laqueos, et opertum milvius hamum.]

I have a strong suspicion . . . that much that passes for constant love is a golded- up moment read more

I have a strong suspicion . . . that much that passes for constant love is a golded- up moment walking in its sleep.

Suspicion is the companion of mean souls, and the bane of all good society.

Suspicion is the companion of mean souls, and the bane of all good society.

Disagreeable suspicions are usually the fruits of a second
marriage.
[Lat., Les soupcons importuns
Sont d'un read more

Disagreeable suspicions are usually the fruits of a second
marriage.
[Lat., Les soupcons importuns
Sont d'un second hymen les fruits les plus communs.]

All is not well.
I doubt some foul play. Would the night were come!
Till then sit read more

All is not well.
I doubt some foul play. Would the night were come!
Till then sit still, my soul. Foul deeds will rise,
Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's eyes.