Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still, Should without eyes see pathways to his will!
Nature's tears are reason's merriment.
The law hath not been dead, though it hath slept.
I will praise any man that will praise me.
To have seen much and to have nothing is to have rich eyes and poor hands.
Let me be ignorant, and in nothing good, but graciously to know I am no better.