It is the mind that makes the body rich; and as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds, so honor peereth in the meanest habit.
The will is deaf and hears no heedful friends.
The best is yet to come.
Virtue and genuine graces in themselves speak what no words can utter.
I have touched the highest point of all my greatness.
She dreams of him that has forgot her love; You dote on her that cares not for your love. 'Tis pity love should be so contrary; And thinking of it makes me cry 'alas!