The eye sees more than the heart knows.
When thou seest an eagle, thou seest a portion of genius; lift up thy head!
My silks and fine array, My smiles and languished air, By love are driv'n away And mournful lean Despair Brings me yew to deck my grave: Such end true lovers have.
If you would help another man, you must do so in minute particulars.
The thankful receiver bears a plentiful harvest.
The weak in courage is strong in cunning.