No mask like open truth to cover lies, As to go naked is the best disguise. - William Congreve

Pious Selinda goes to Pray’rs, If I but ask the Favour;
And yet the tender Fool’s in Tears, When she believes I’ll leave her.Wou’d I were free from Restraint, Or else had Hopes to win her;
Wou’d she cou’d make of me a Saint, Or I of her a Sinner.

O, nothing is more alluring than a levee from a couch in some confusion: it shows the foot to advantage, and furnishes with blushes, and recomposing airs beyond comparison. — Lady Wishfort

Say what you will, 'tis better to be left than never to have been loved.