Black is a pearl in a woman's eye.
Give me a spirit that on this life's rough sea Loves t'have his sails filled with a lusty wind, Even till his sail-yards tremble, his masts crack, And his ship run on her side so low That she drinks water, and her keel plows air.
Danger, the spur of all great minds.
Who to himself is law no law doth need; offends none and is king indeed.
Promise is most given when the least is said.
Who hath no faith to man, to God hath none.