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 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.]

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.

Suspicions which may be unjust need not be stated.

Suspicions which may be unjust need not be stated.

Pure love and suspicion cannot dwell together: at the door where the latter enters, the former makes its exit.

Pure love and suspicion cannot dwell together: at the door where the latter enters, the former makes its exit.

There is no rule more invariable than that we are paid for our suspicions by finding what we suspect.

There is no rule more invariable than that we are paid for our suspicions by finding what we suspect.

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.

Julius Caesar divorced his wife Pompeia, but declared at the
trial that he knew nothing of what was alleged read more

Julius Caesar divorced his wife Pompeia, but declared at the
trial that he knew nothing of what was alleged against her and
Clodius. When asked why, in that case, he had divorced her, he
replied: "Because I would have the chastity of my wife clear
even of suspicion."

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.