He that is strucken blind can not forget the precious treasure of his eyesight lost.

Is there no pity sitting in the clouds, That sees into the bottom of my grief?

I'll look to like; if looking, liking move.

Honesty is the best policy. If I lose mine honor, I lose myself.

Greatness knows itself.

What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted! Thrice is he arm'd, that hath his quarrel just.

Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground.