I'll say she looks as clear as morning roses newly washed with dew.

Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.

Full of wise saws and modern instances.

Thou hast no figures nor no fantasies Which busy care draws in the brains of men; Therefore thou sleep'st so sound.

All that glisters is not gold; Often have you heard that told.

O! she doth teach the torches to burn bright It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear; Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear. - Romeo -

Ignorance is the curse of God; knowledge is the wing wherewith we fly to heaven.