Lord Bacon told Sir Edward Coke when he was boasting, The less you spe >>
Love all, but trust a few. >>
Men's vows are women's traitors! >>
Absence blots people out. We really have no absent friends. >>
No more we meet in yonder bowers Absence has made me prone to roving; >>
It takes time for the absent to assume their true shape in our thought >>
How like a winter hath my absence been. From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year! What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen, What old December's bareness everywhere!