Folded eyes see brighter colors than the open ever do.
What monster have we here? A great Deed at this hour of day? A great just deed - and not for pay? Absurd - or insincere?
The charm, one might say the genius, of memory is that it is choosy, chancy and temperamental.
And Chaucer, with his infantine Familiar clasp of things divine.
If you desire faith, then you have faith enough.
Death forerunneth Love to win "Sweetest eyes were ever seen."