A man may love a woman perfectly, and yet by no means ignorantly maintain a thousand women have not larger eyes. Enough that she alone has looked at him with eyes that, large or small, have won his soul.

Folded eyes see brighter colors than the open ever do.

I begin to think that none are so bold as the timid, when they are fairly roused.

At painful times, when composition is impossible and reading not enough, grammars and dictionaries are excellent for distraction.

This race is never grateful: from the first, One fills their cup at supper with pure wine, Which back they give at cross-time on a sponge, In bitter vinegar.

A child's kiss Set on thy sighing lips shall make thee glad; A poor man served by thee shall make thee rich; A sick man helped by thee shall make thee strong; Thou shalt be served thyself by every sense Of service which thou renderest.

Whoso loves, believes in the impossible