What Time hath scanted men in hair, he hath given them in wit.
Love does not see with the eyes, but with the soul.
O wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonderful! And yet again wonderful, and after that, out of all hooping.
They have been grand-jurymen since before Noah was a sailor
I wish you all the joy that you can wish.
Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still, Should without eyes see pathways to his will!