The present eye praises the present object.

Have I thought long to see this morning’s face, And doth it give me such a sight as this?

She told her, while she kept it, 'Twould make her amiable and subdue my father Entirely to her love, but if she lost it Or made a gift of it, my father's eye Should hold her loathed and his spirits should hunt After new fancies.

What is aught but as 'tis valued?

There are occasions and causes, why and wherefore in all things.

Can I go forward when my heart is here? Turn back, dull earth, and find thy centre out.

Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere.