An ill weed grows apace.
Let no man value at a little price A virtuous woman's counsel; her winged spirit Is feathered often times with heavenly words, And, like her beauty, ravishing and pure.
As night the life-inclining stars best shows, So lives obscure the starriest souls disclose.
Ignorance is the mother of admiration.
Love is Natures second sun.
Danger, the spur of all great minds.