If Our Virtues Did Not Go Forth

Love Does Not See With The Eyes, But With The Soul.

Foul Cankering Rust The Hidden Treasure Frets, But Gold That's Put To Use More Gold Begets.

There Is None Of My Uncle's Marks Upon You; He Taught Me How To Know A Man In Love; In Which Cage Of Rushes I Am Sure You Are Not Prisoner.

... By Indirections Find Directions Out.

The Dullness Of The Fool Is The Whetstone Of The Wits.