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All persons as they become less prosperous, are the more
suspicious. They take everything as an affront; and from read more
All persons as they become less prosperous, are the more
suspicious. They take everything as an affront; and from their
conscious weakness, presume that they are neglected.
[Lat., Omnes quibus res sunt minus secundae magis sunt, nescio
quomodo,
Suspiciosi; ad contumeliam omnia accipiunt magis;
Propter suam impotentiam se credunt negligi.]
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.
Suspicion is far more to be wrong than right; more often unjust than just. It is no friend to virtue, read more
Suspicion is far more to be wrong than right; more often unjust than just. It is no friend to virtue, and always an enemy to happiness.
We are always paid for our suspicion by finding what we suspect.
We are always paid for our suspicion by finding what we suspect.
The less we know the more we suspect.
The less we know the more we suspect.
All seems infected that the infected spy,
As all looks yellow to the jaundiced eye.
All seems infected that the infected spy,
As all looks yellow to the jaundiced eye.
What the devil was he doing in this galley?
[Fr., Que diable alloit-il faire dans cette galere?]
What the devil was he doing in this galley?
[Fr., Que diable alloit-il faire dans cette galere?]
As to Caesar, when he was called upon, he gave no testimony
against Clodius, nor did he affirm that read more
As to Caesar, when he was called upon, he gave no testimony
against Clodius, nor did he affirm that he was certain of any
injury done to his bed. He only said, "He had divorced Pompeia
because the wife of Caesar ought not only to be clear of such a
crime, but of the very suspicion of it."
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.