Mighty things from small beginnings grow.
My love's a noble madness.
All objects lose by too familiar a view.
He made all countries where he came his own.
Beauty, like ice, our footing does betray; Who can tread sure on the smooth, slippery way: Pleased with the surface, we glide swiftly on, And see the dangers that we cannot shun.
Ye moon and stars, bear witness to the truth.