A blind man can't forget the eyesight he lost, show me any beautiful girl. How can her beauty not remind me of the one whose beauty surpasses hers?
Thou whoreson, senseless villain!
Sorrow breaks seasons and reposing hours, Makes the night morning, and the noontide night.
Live how we can, yet die we must.
Things sweet to taste prove in digestion sour.
When most I wink, then do my eyes best see