He that is strucken blind can not forget the precious treasure of his eyesight lost.
Love does not see with the eyes, but with the soul.
Take pains. Be perfect.
But wherefore could not I pronounce 'Amen'? I had most need of blessing, and 'Amen' Stuck in my throat.
The moon's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun.
It is the mind that makes the body rich; and as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds, so honor peereth in the meanest habit.