Thoughts are but dreams till their effects are tried.

I have no way and therefore want no eyes I stumbled when I saw. Full oft 'tis seen our means secure us, and our mere defects prove our commodities.

Tis mad idolatry To make the service greater than the god.

And when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And asleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me must be heard of, say, I taught thee.

The moon's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun.

A grandma's name is little less in love than is the doting title of a mother.

Nimble thought can jump both sea and land.