Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell. Though all things foul would wear the brows of grace, Yet Grace must still look so.
Cordelia! stay a little. Ha! What is't thou say'st? Her voice was ever soft.
Waste not thy time in windy argument but let the matter drop.
Travelers must be content.
That which ordinary men are fit for, I am qualified in. and the best of me is diligence.
The eye sees all, but the mind shows us what we want to see.