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."

Would he were fatter! But I fear him not.
Yet if my name were liable to fear,
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Would he were fatter! But I fear him not.
Yet if my name were liable to fear,
I do not know the man I should avoid
So soon as that spare Cassius.

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.

We are always paid for our suspicion by finding what we suspect.

We are always paid for our suspicion by finding what we suspect.

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.

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.

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."

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.