There is nothing so confining as the prisons of our own perceptions.
Having nothing, nothing can he lose.
Gnawing with my teeth my bonds in sunder, I gain'd my freedom.
Heaven would that she these gifts should have, and I to live and die her slave.
She is a woman, therefore to be won.
Sweet are the uses of adversity which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, wears yet a precious jewel in his head.