What a deformed thief this fashion is.
Waste not thy time in windy argument but let the matter drop.
Care keeps his watch in every old man’s eye, And where care lodges, sleep will never lie.
Love does not see with the eyes, but with the soul.
The pleasant'st angling is to see the fish Cut with her golden oars the silver stream And greedily devour the treacherous bait.
Ay, when fowls have no feathers and fish have no fin.