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.

Suffering for truth's sake Is fortitude to highest victory, And to the faithful death the gate of life.

God is thy law, thou mine: to know no more Is woman's happiest knowledge and her praise. With thee conversing I forget all time.

Every cloud has a silver lining.

Beauty stands In the admiration only of weak minds Led captive.

When a king sets himself to bandy against the highest court and residence of all regal powers, he then, in the single person of a man, fights against his own majesty and kingship.

Vain wisdom all, and false philosophy.