For neither man nor angel can discern hypocrisy, the only evil that walks invisible, except to God alone.
Beauty stands In the admiration only of weak minds Led captive.
So may'st thou live, till like ripe fruit thou drop Into thy mother's lap.
True it is that covetousness is rich, modesty starves.
The leaf was darkish, and had prickles on it, But in another country, as he said, Bore a bright golden flow'r, but not in this soil; Unknown, and like esteem'd, and the dull swain Treads on it daily with his clouted shoon.
Gratitude bestows reverence, allowing us to encounter everyday epiphanies.